I pine away
for the sun of a distant sky
a star I barely know
yet the drums beats wildly
eyes sees a lush forest
when there is barely any saplings
a land of withering flowers
forget-me-not,
a bitter smile on a tired face
who nursed a little heart back
from a broken heart
yet the little heart still
seized a glimmer of chance, humming
unable to stop hoping and wanting
even when the minds balked and balked
for it knows to pine for the sun is to fall
there is a reason
why human does not have wings
yet the little heart keeps trying to fly,
foolish and desperate in its loneliness
pumping it self until it burst
gone was the mind, but hope scorches
I pine away and
I perished
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
I pine away
for the sun of a distant sky
a star I barely know
yet the drums beats wildly
eyes sees a lush forest
when there is barely any saplings
a land of withering flowers
forget-me-not,
a bitter smile on a tired face
who nursed a little heart back
from a broken heart
yet the little heart still
seized a glimmer of chance, humming
unable to stop hoping and wanting
even when the minds balked and balked
for it knows to pine for the sun is to fall
there is a reason
why human does not have wings
yet the little heart keeps trying to fly,
foolish and desperate in its loneliness
pumping it self until it burst
gone was the mind, but hope scorches
I pine away and
I perished
