Smiles....
They can be real or fake...
People hide them sometimes so well we don't even realize they are faking....
I just want to fall down a rabbit hole and become someone who can be seen for more than what I appear in the eyes of people.
To eat foods and not worry about growing big or small
And drinking poisons that won't do me wrong.
To colourful clouds that take me high up in the sky,
Not letting crash down like a falling star that didn't know how to fly...
But like a lost boy who could think happy thoughts and dive,
Dive into the darkness of the world and still make it through the night,
I never want to grow up.
I don't want to see things change.
I want to die and dance in the colourful clouds that we don't buy from shopping carts...
No.
We.
Will.
Fly.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
