Oh how I wish to be a bird And do what's not been heard To fly, to see To see above And show to everyone At last, I'm free
By marisol romero5 years ago in Poets
The sincerity in his voice intoxicates my heart, sending me in a whiplash for An ache that spreads like wildfire, consuming the parts I've given up for lost.
How do I begin such a letter of despair Filled with truths and tales of things that will never be repaired Of magic and mystery compacted into lonely nights