Does your life dangle like wispy strands of hair,
Flowing through your finger tips like cold drops of water,
Drifting through the air like slow breezes,
And that is nature's way, to whisk you away before you,
Breathe.
I like to,
Dance, on ocean's beach,
Leap, across field's grass,
Fly, across cliff's edge,
I like to,
Reach,
For farther skies.
I cannot reach,
I cannot land,
The everlasting fall,
Catch me,
Oh lovely ocean.
You see I,
I don't usually do this but,
This is life-threatening.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryI try to arrange my poetry from my better stuff to my suckier stuff but sometimes I get lazy so probably not all of them are arranged properly. A lot of these are poetry assignments to write a bunch of different types or forms of poetry or do someth...
