Funny how many thoughts we forget we ever had.
How many ideas, wishes, regrets.
How many wisps of poetry get set aside for being too fragile.
The shells you toss back to the sand for being imperfect.
Stars taken out of our eyes and given back to the sky
We make our skin forget, remember that our voice is alone
No echoes, no whispers.
Smiles like clouds hiding the sky
Take my home off someone's shoulders
Place it somewhere far away
And just repeating
This is good.
No comments:
Post a Comment