Tell me it's right.
What I feel, what I see,
Tell me I'm alright.
In this fall, in this flight,
Tell I'll be fine.
In the clouds, in the stars,
Tell me,
Tell me.
My smile is real.
This world is not fiction,
This reality is not made up,
Am swerving, am flying,
Forgot who I am.
The sadness that creeps is gone,
The tears are dry,
My laugh does not sound dead.
My dream,
I can touch you,
Feel you, tell me it won't end.
On this plane.
The free fall,
With the deep dive,
Maybe I'm drowning too far.
Maybe I'm not where am supposed to be.
See I've been seeing terror,
But for tonight,
Am feeling good, am feeling happy,
Don't tell me it's temporary,
My mind knows it's real.
My soul smiles.
Don't let me drop,
Tell me it's all real.
What I feel, what I see,
What I smell, what I touch,
The vibe, the escape.
YOU ARE READING
THE WILLOW TREE
PoetryIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
