Lungs outlined with blue feathers
Ready to take off and fly
My fingertips like silk
Are incapable of holding on to anything
For too long
What can you hold against me?
Ghost stories I should've never shared?
Or that every time I dream out loud
I always seem to miss your outreached hand
What can you hold against me?
Besides this ache in every bone
That whispers to my soul
To let go for once, and try flying alone
Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 12:31 PM UTC
Lungs outlined with blue feathers
Ready to take off and fly
My fingertips like silk
Are incapable of holding on to anything
For too long
What can you hold against me?
Ghost stories I should've never shared?
Or that every time I dream out loud
I always seem to miss your outreached hand
What can you hold against me?
Besides this ache in every bone
That whispers to my soul
To let go for once, and try flying alone