Untitled to the Heart
I used to have wings,When I couldn't see.Smiles were family,And tomorrow carried me on its shoulders.There were no doors. There were no mirrors. There were no forks in the road.Misery was sterile, and could care less.Of course this was many yesterdays ago, And it sleeps aside my smiles.Now I have eyes, and my freedom is grounded.I can see the seams and cracks and all that forgets me.It was once painful, but now just a yawn.The following second will starve my knowingOf why I release these words.Perhaps just the bleeding of a bored finger.You can give feedback if you'd like, but I'm not quite aiming for perfection here. This was one of those 'pouring out my thoughts' kinda things. Written September 26th, 2001 © on Sep 26 2001 02:28 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I used to have wings,When I couldn't see.Smiles were family,And tomorrow carried me on its shoulders.There were no doors. There were no mirrors. There were no forks in the road.Misery was sterile, and could care less.Of course this was many yesterdays ago, And it sleeps aside my smiles.Now I have eyes, and my freedom is grounded.I can see the seams and cracks and all that forgets me.It was once painful, but now just a yawn.The following second will starve my knowingOf why I release these words.Perhaps just the bleeding of a bored finger.You can give feedback if you'd like, but I'm not quite aiming for perfection here. This was one of those 'pouring out my thoughts' kinda things...."