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Feb 8
As I stand on top of this skyscraper
Nothing could feel so real
Life flowing through the fabric
love flowing through my veins
Serendipity dripping from my fingertips and collecting on the pavement below me
As I stand on top of this skyscraper I think of the gifts life has given me
I recall the riveting clouds hanging from the evanescence ceiling
I bring up the blue that I stand within
I feel my way through my ripped up chuck Taylors and I feel so alive
Every ligament in my body outstretched until my muscles drew into the atmosphere and I became part of this melodious symphony that never ends
As I stand on top of this skyscraper I look down at the people below
Those conversing as though every small stress defines them
Those loving the taste of bittersweet life lingering on their pallets
Those with the heart aches hanging over them mirroring how their day should play out
We get so caught up in life
We forget what it really means
Life is waking up during a hurricane next to someone who is your sunshine
Life is breathing in every ounce of air whilst standing in the middle of a subway
Life is hearing an I love you even when you deserve it the least
Life is standing on top of a skyscraper and stepping down
2020
B Bonnete
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B Bonnete  19/Houston
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