Reaching
Across a Canyon
is Easy,
when I'm too drunk to see the distance.
And sometimes I find myself
Drunk enough
to Fly across
to the other Side.
But in the sober morning
I look across
at you,
my arms tucked into my sides,
my wings disappeared,
and I wonder
if you'll Ever
reach across
for Me.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
Reaching
Across a Canyon
is Easy,
when I'm too drunk to see the distance.
And sometimes I find myself
Drunk enough
to Fly across
to the other Side.
But in the sober morning
I look across
at you,
my arms tucked into my sides,
my wings disappeared,
and I wonder
if you'll Ever
reach across
for Me.
