I dream of a life so divine
Where I feel divine, so divine
I feel as if I'm floating
Clouds drift by, just floating
I wish and I wish to be a goddess
And turn my head up to the sky, just to see god
And if this is the life I was meant to live
Then, why oh why should I want to live?
Eyes so bright, full of pain and life
But it's not the beauty of those eyes, that make me want life
Air as heavy as boulders, they don't see
I'm breathing just the same, yet I can't see
Swimming in sparkling seas, just soaking in ancient souls
I cry to the blood moon sky, asking to give up my soul
And I wish that I had a heart
In that moment I had a beating heart
I dreamt of a life so divine
Where I feel divine, so divine
And yet every time I see the clouds roll by
I see myself, an empty soul, just floating by
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House Flies on Daisy Vines - A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIn this somewhat experimental collection of poetry, House Flies on Daisy Vines, explores a variety of topics including, the ins and outs of American hatred and culture, growing up from a traumatic and lonesome childhood, immense heartbreak, love, fo...
