Laying deep within the turquoise fields
My heart strings struck with lightening
Shooting stars, wishing it was rain
but you're still camping in my brain
Setting up curious tents and charming champagne
The space is filling up with an intoxicating spring
and I'm willing to be your everything
The sky will start breaking down
Chunk by chunk,
and maybe your cup can keep us afloat
Yet addiction usually ends with broken hearts,
broken boats,
broken self-esteems
We needed time to anchor
and expand our sails among the open sea
but the lightening came before we became skilled sailors
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The Sky Doesn't Pressure Me
Poetry"My life was filled with expectations Added from the other generations The Stars, The Moon, The Sky, it didn't mind They are here for me at all times" -WON SECOND PLACE IN THE BIG DIPPER AWARDS- -4/19/21- #13 in poetry collection out of 7.6k stori...
