Stuck to the screen watching from the side- them floating so free in that sunrise
I could have been then on chances whim
But my wings have been torn by helpless should-have-beens
Almost civil, seen some kindness,
Seen some hate and many tragic fates,
Seen my love with the wind smiling
Relieved and light of weight.
Thanks for the butterflies( they've flown before)
So many dimensions betheith the skin
Millimeters of image, careless of change,
Suffering to suffer, sinning to sin
I am a reflection of all that I have known
And though I inch on with grief;
In quite desperation, I will find my catalpa
And gorge myself on it's leafs
And when the trees droop low,
Find me a branch, others may have known,
And in the silence hear phantom wings laughing,
Crazy in elation, they have flown, they have flown
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 8:30 PM UTC
Stuck to the screen watching from the side- them floating so free in that sunrise
I could have been then on chances whim
But my wings have been torn by helpless should-have-beens
Almost civil, seen some kindness,
Seen some hate and many tragic fates,
Seen my love with the wind smiling
Relieved and light of weight.
Thanks for the butterflies( they've flown before)
So many dimensions betheith the skin
Millimeters of image, careless of change,
Suffering to suffer, sinning to sin
I am a reflection of all that I have known
And though I inch on with grief;
In quite desperation, I will find my catalpa
And gorge myself on it's leafs
And when the trees droop low,
Find me a branch, others may have known,
And in the silence hear phantom wings laughing,
Crazy in elation, they have flown, they have flown
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