Jul 2013
I see shapes in the clouds
Like angels falling, forsaken
I never thought much of them until you spread your wings wide
You opened my eyes to the skies, though they oft look downward still
I love you with something sick and hollow
Though you’re distant like the clouds
And false like the angels
As we drive the shifting white becomes stretched and sullied
Those angels I lose as they lost me
But I carry you with me in a twisted, lonely embrace
In my arms though you belong in the sky
Like angels falling, forsaken
I never thought much of them until you spread your wings wide
You opened my eyes to the skies, though they oft look downward still
I love you with something sick and hollow
Though you’re distant like the clouds
And false like the angels
As we drive the shifting white becomes stretched and sullied
Those angels I lose as they lost me
But I carry you with me in a twisted, lonely embrace
In my arms though you belong in the sky
Wrote this about a month ago. I don't know if I like it. I used the word "oft," so that's a plus.
I've hardly touched my notebook since school ended. It's bumming me out; I wanted to fill it before I left for college. Looks like I've got work to do over the next few weeks.
I've hardly touched my notebook since school ended. It's bumming me out; I wanted to fill it before I left for college. Looks like I've got work to do over the next few weeks.
