They told me I could fly
if I just opened my eyes
and noticed the unused wings on my back,
So I did,
I stretched my eyelids
as wide as the horizon
And for the first time,
I saw a pair of wine, vigilant wings
that had been the cause of the grey weight
I lugged on my shoulders
Next thing I know:
I'm on top of the world
on the edge of life to be exact,
and I jump.
They told me I could fly...
they lied.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
