The room is dim
The curtains are held across the windows
Where as the corners have
Something more than anyone could have ever held,
The bed is empty
The ceiling is barely standing
But from where I stand
The light is peaking
All I am waiting is,
When the light will show me prism,
In my loney prison.
I fell too hard,
Even harder to remember whether it was upside down or I was just too much drown
The moment I fell
I guess everyone knew
Nothing could have held,
Me to stay one way,
Called upside down.
Mind was blank,
Nothing but black
Wind splashed on my face,
My wings hurt the most
The fire to see,Was gone
Maybe I was finally free.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words Never Spoken
PoesíaWhen I wake The sun forgets to descend Or is it just me who forgets to notice, Maybe I awoke the insane. Called me barely sane I wish I could actually know 'What is this insane?' After all when I wake The sun forgets fo descend The things we don'...
