We were rocks with wings.
We wanted to fly but our thoughts pulled us down.
We wanted to drown our demons but they knew how to swim.
We wanted to touch the sky but we didn't want to leave the ground.
Stuck with the ghosts of the past we didn't want to move on.
We were afraid the past might repeat itself in the future.
YOU ARE READING
Blurry._.thoughts
PoetryShe leaves a part of herself in every work. And if you look closer, you will find her in every word.
