Whirlwind,
Sky is grey,
Then the sun
Emerges some,
And it’s a beautiful day.
Windows down,
Listening to
That song,
The one that’s
Always on.
Makes me think
Of an idea,
Ever fleeting…
Long lost melody,
Repeating…
Emotions always bleeding.
Ending
Before
Beginning.
Vertical lines,
Confine
Trees of shadowy green.
Sidelines to the street.
Waiting for
A unicorn,
To appear.
Maybe you’re right.
There is no such thing,
In this life
As fantastical tales
Come to life,
Because there is always
A dark side
We hide.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
Whirlwind,
Sky is grey,
Then the sun
Emerges some,
And it’s a beautiful day.
Windows down,
Listening to
That song,
The one that’s
Always on.
Makes me think
Of an idea,
Ever fleeting…
Long lost melody,
Repeating…
Emotions always bleeding.
Ending
Before
Beginning.
Vertical lines,
Confine
Trees of shadowy green.
Sidelines to the street.
Waiting for
A unicorn,
To appear.
Maybe you’re right.
There is no such thing,
In this life
As fantastical tales
Come to life,
Because there is always
A dark side
We hide.
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