Perfection.
Expectation.
Rumination.
Repetition.
^ Why she thinks she'll never fly,
Tossing, turning -
Waiting to die.
She has potential,
I wish she knew.
The anchor of depression
is the only reason she never flew....
Not in life she never did,
But after death her soul lifted.
Intellect fully restored,
In the place beyond this place,
There is no such word as a "closed door"
Paradise finally.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
Perfection.
Expectation.
Rumination.
Repetition.
^ Why she thinks she'll never fly,
Tossing, turning -
Waiting to die.
She has potential,
I wish she knew.
The anchor of depression
is the only reason she never flew....
Not in life she never did,
But after death her soul lifted.
Intellect fully restored,
In the place beyond this place,
There is no such word as a "closed door"
Paradise finally.
I really dont like this one, probably shouldnt upload it or write when im not feeling it. Hahaha sorry guys, better luck next time
