People
Have told me
that loneliness is a heavy thing
That it sits in your lungs
It ways you down, dragging you
But my loneliness is a bird
And it lifts me
It lives in my hollow bones
I am traped in an empty sky
The strom pushes me higher
Further from the ground
And I am lost to the night
Forgotten again
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
People
Have told me
that loneliness is a heavy thing
That it sits in your lungs
It ways you down, dragging you
But my loneliness is a bird
And it lifts me
It lives in my hollow bones
I am traped in an empty sky
The strom pushes me higher
Further from the ground
And I am lost to the night
Forgotten again
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