If I look forward as I fall
I might regret this soon
as the ground comes ever closer
So I turn around
to look back
why it is, I'm falling
in the first place
as I watch
the sky get further away
I haven't written a poem on here in a while
I have time and I don't have time,
all at the same time.
What a funny thing to say?
I don't have the words to say the words
I need to say.
Isn't that hilarious?
My hands have moved me here
and my fingers are tapping the keys
but I have no idea what I'm typing.
Sounds a lot like
You were supposed to come out to sea and save me
But I'm hanging on to the edge of your lifeboat
just to stay afloat
Why didn't I let go
I don't know
Maybe it's because I believed you were there to save me
I can deal with the cracks
don't shatter me to pieces.
A writer writes to hide his pain.
And a reader reads to find someone who feels the same.
Having a dream is like having money
More times than not your going to have to exchange it for something else