Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
chloe-sayrePoems
We are the last song of Zion. All we ask of you is a longer road to carry the weight on. What are we to do with gray forms or a silver spoon? We are starving for color. Open the window, let the light in. We are the lost heart of Babylon. All we ask of you is a better note to die on. We were free once, we were free. We were blue skies. We were sparrows singing to the trees. We are the namesake of Eden. All we ask of you is redemption. We were free once. We were free. We we're blue skies We were sparrows in the trees We were alive once We had dreams We were free once We were free Now, are you filled with regret? Was it the only way. Do the memories fill your head Do they waltz with the pictures on the wall Where she wants, patiently To **** you all.
0
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
The Lost Heart of Babylon
We are the last song of Zion. All we ask of you is a longer road to carry the weight on. What are we to do with gray forms or a silver spoon? We are starving for color. Open the window, let the light in. We are the lost heart of Babylon. All we ask of you is a better note to die on. We were free once, we were free. We were blue skies. We were sparrows singing to the trees. We are the namesake of Eden. All we ask of you is redemption. We were free once. We were free. We we're blue skies We were sparrows in the trees We were alive once We had dreams We were free once We were free Now, are you filled with regret? Was it the only way. Do the memories fill your head Do they waltz with the pictures on the wall Where she wants, patiently To **** you all.
chloe-sayre
Written by
chloe-sayre
American
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem