If my heart could fly,
I’d break it’s wings,
Flee any hurt,
specifically the ones caused by me.
I’d use it so much, it’d begin to destruct,
familiar irony of my existence, and in place for its absence,
I’ll leave behind a fragile piece of mine essence
If my heart could fly, I’d never let myself belong to another
not again…
not again will I trust,
I will never trust that you wanted me here,
our love unconditional, a mere fantasy, over-looped and overplayed,
my welcome,over-stayed.
your world was never supposed to be a hotel staff, that hosted my stay
you made it very clear, my ticket of reckon is uninspired
letting me know it’s time,
time that i left your humble empire.
I never expected your love for me would spoil,
a car neglected, i never changed the oil, fixed the flat on the tire,
so on this love i’ll fly and retire.
never again will I trust. I’ll flap my wings and leave the next, so quick like i taught myself
that’s right steady and fast, never looking back, foot on gas.
anything in my grips seems to fly anyway, it never lasts.
I’d break it’s wings before it left me, and keep it in my arsenal,
for days my propellers lose fuel,
If my heart could fly , I’d give a better reputation to the foolish mule.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
If my heart could fly,
I’d break it’s wings,
Flee any hurt,
specifically the ones caused by me.
I’d use it so much, it’d begin to destruct,
familiar irony of my existence, and in place for its absence,
I’ll leave behind a fragile piece of mine essence
If my heart could fly, I’d never let myself belong to another
not again…
not again will I trust,
I will never trust that you wanted me here,
our love unconditional, a mere fantasy, over-looped and overplayed,
my welcome,over-stayed.
your world was never supposed to be a hotel staff, that hosted my stay
you made it very clear, my ticket of reckon is uninspired
letting me know it’s time,
time that i left your humble empire.
I never expected your love for me would spoil,
a car neglected, i never changed the oil, fixed the flat on the tire,
so on this love i’ll fly and retire.
never again will I trust. I’ll flap my wings and leave the next, so quick like i taught myself
that’s right steady and fast, never looking back, foot on gas.
anything in my grips seems to fly anyway, it never lasts.
I’d break it’s wings before it left me, and keep it in my arsenal,
for days my propellers lose fuel,
If my heart could fly , I’d give a better reputation to the foolish mule.