Feb 2017
It's like we all have our own atmosphere
Our own weather...
Our own mysteries and universes.
We brush past each other and
Either,
Collide in bliss or,
Destroy each others life.
I see so many people around
Bumping into each other,
Man it's messy!
I'm often on the outskirts,
Hovering in quiet space.
My world is small.
Maybe I should steer this my world closer to yours,
And just crash.
Or maybe just graze you a little in orbit.
Outskirts.
Our own weather...
Our own mysteries and universes.
We brush past each other and
Either,
Collide in bliss or,
Destroy each others life.
I see so many people around
Bumping into each other,
Man it's messy!
I'm often on the outskirts,
Hovering in quiet space.
My world is small.
Maybe I should steer this my world closer to yours,
And just crash.
Or maybe just graze you a little in orbit.
Outskirts.
This is how I feel a little here being new to this poetry club thing. Thanks for people who like my poems it'd fun. I want to crash with out having to bad of an accident I guess, in daily life. Bla... anyway hope you like this one. SB.. Later.
