Dormant Skies
Pen to paper,
Paper to thought.
Is anyone listening?
To my inner - contort?
Can you hear the wind,
Whistling inside my head.
Feel all my emotions,
Flowing up and out of me.
My voice carrying out
to this empty sky.
If only I could see,
All the unspoken wishes.
That lay dormant in the Sky.
If I said mine aloud. Would it come true?
If I spoke loud enough,
Over this wind.
Would it fall from the sky.
...
Breath of Life
The night before she died,
She smiled so spectacularly.
I could've sworn,
She knew the meaning of life.
About the Creator
Vesselostatsea
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Poetry, Adolescents, Life
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