hes up there waiting for me
calling out my name from behind te stars
one day i'll travel through time
searching for my heart
because none of them know what its like to be me-
to be something else.
apparently i don't align.
apparently i don't corporate.
apparently i don't fit the mold.
apparently i don't follow the rules.
apparently ive changed.
but im okay with that
i will never live up to your expectations.
far away,
in a land of make believe
is a world where
i don't know what it is to be
scared.
the sky is never filthy with our breath
filling up dusty clouds with a promise of death
and as long as we never heal our hearts
it might as well be lightyears away
out of reach
where i don't know what its like to be
scared.
where we won't be
scared,
anymore.
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Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-