Written in dreams of movie scenes.
Or in a book.
Please take a look.
At lost souls incognito.
Who are missing their goals.
In half open wholes.
Only halves.
Maybe quarters.
Potentially daughters,
Of resplendent dashing princes.
With old goats and long since missed boats.
Diamonds and wealthy pilots.
Steering crazy paths through hollow hills.
Jesus Christ.
I need to laugh.
Think I never will.
Need to stroll through Edelweiss.
Upon the alpine ridge.
Need to build upon, my one last rickety bridge.
Some kind of crazy structure.
Before that bridge is gone.
Before falling to certain demise.
In a life I so despise
Then heaven help me.
Let me rise.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
Written in dreams of movie scenes.
Or in a book.
Please take a look.
At lost souls incognito.
Who are missing their goals.
In half open wholes.
Only halves.
Maybe quarters.
Potentially daughters,
Of resplendent dashing princes.
With old goats and long since missed boats.
Diamonds and wealthy pilots.
Steering crazy paths through hollow hills.
Jesus Christ.
I need to laugh.
Think I never will.
Need to stroll through Edelweiss.
Upon the alpine ridge.
Need to build upon, my one last rickety bridge.
Some kind of crazy structure.
Before that bridge is gone.
Before falling to certain demise.
In a life I so despise
Then heaven help me.
Let me rise.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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