I want to fly,
I want to roam,
To look into the eyes of the deep.
Where to thou a tiger lives in peaceful eternal sleep.
If only thou would understand the writing coming from this hand wants more than average,
More than normal,
And no one to a bide.
A time to jump,
A time to roam,
A time to call her very own.
No, alas, thou doth break my hope,
Spear my ‘venture!
If only thou tried to understand the writing coming from this hand yearns for hope,
A deep blue sea,
A nothing,
An eternity,
If only thou would understand the writing coming from this hand.
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
My mind is dying, an ember whose flames have long since left, My head is spinning like a boat thats gone adrift, Round and round she spins so high, never touching the ground, I'm afraid she'll die. If only sleep came more often, a haven from this storm. If only I could spend a night sleeping nice and soft and warm.
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:50 PM UTC