The wind blowing side by side
As am sitted in a chair
my eyes open
widely like those of an owl
I may stop thinking about it
but can't stop imagining;
will it be possible for me,
shall I make it there;
and if I do shall I Maintain it!
I wish to take a step to my bed
and cover up for wormth
but I keep thinking that
i could miss the message
ofcourse its harder than I thought
both veiling my lack with a shadow
I see how close I am
but I realize how distant it goes
lack by both; was sent to me
but hopes keep fading in fear.
once I get hold of it
my eyes will then close not to have
any other.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
The wind blowing side by side
As am sitted in a chair
my eyes open
widely like those of an owl
I may stop thinking about it
but can't stop imagining;
will it be possible for me,
shall I make it there;
and if I do shall I Maintain it!
I wish to take a step to my bed
and cover up for wormth
but I keep thinking that
i could miss the message
ofcourse its harder than I thought
both veiling my lack with a shadow
I see how close I am
but I realize how distant it goes
lack by both; was sent to me
but hopes keep fading in fear.
once I get hold of it
my eyes will then close not to have
any other.
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