A floating song
Dare I sing along?
The slightest sound says I am strong
A mere note makes me belong
this world where I have been wronged also provided this song.
The song is trapped in my head
It dwells inside me like a message I've left unread
This song is the thousand words I've left unsaid
Sometimes I'd rather be dead than listen to the song in my head.
The sound bled into me. I am now it, it is now me.
It is forever printed in my memory, Yet I still enjoy this floating song in all of its glory.
This song is my forbidden story
It's a whirlwind of my own history.
The clouds bend when I am floating
The song never ends when I am unloading
The air never judges, instead it uplifts, it carries
Up here it smells fresh like berries, and cherries
In this air surrounded by peace the only thing that could drag me down are my adversaries
Keep me in my head floating song, keep me here until I am courageous enough to sing along
YOU ARE READING
My Old school writing
RandomA compilation of my old writings from school (that I could find)
