Jan 30
And you don’t know,
what they say about my soul.
“Far am I
From the edge, gone by”
But they don’t know.
Of the earth that falls,
Hanging like the *****,
In the night sky.
Is it time to say goodbye?
Time to fly.
what they say about my soul.
“Far am I
From the edge, gone by”
But they don’t know.
Of the earth that falls,
Hanging like the *****,
In the night sky.
Is it time to say goodbye?
Time to fly.
Pt 2 of another poem of mine, title “flying” also inspired by Liana’s poems on here called “Falling and Flying”
