Not falling
utterly sinking
into the thought... of you
fear fills my mind
trying to clip the wild wings
of my heart
destination is clearly unknown
this time
shelter from the cold loneliness
somewhere waiting
is it a mirage
not unlike the wetness... of a memory
scorched by the heat
of my heart
looking hard
holding on
imagining
my fall being broken
by your arms
is it a question
is it a song
a melody of sorts
highs , lows
blues, golds
you and I
what
can this be
utterly sinking
into the thought... of you
fear fills my mind
trying to clip the wild wings
of my heart
destination is clearly unknown
this time
shelter from the cold loneliness
somewhere waiting
is it a mirage
not unlike the wetness... of a memory
scorched by the heat
of my heart
looking hard
holding on
imagining
my fall being broken
by your arms
is it a question
is it a song
a melody of sorts
highs , lows
blues, golds
you and I
what
can this be
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thecowboy:
...woah...
mothra:
damned all you poets, these journals are so hard to respond to, but good luck with wahtever endevour your running after...