The list
An infinitely long
Necklace of
Goals, chances missed
Wraps around
Me, fluttering
In the cold wind
A pair of broken wings
When I sleep,
I dream of half-
Formed creatures
Skeletons and ink
Hold them
Together as
They rip my
Mind apart
I'm no diviner
I can't see more
Than the things
Behind and inside me
But I hope
I latch onto
The sky's paper
Sailboat
Hoping that it'll
Take me to
A better place
In my heart.
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PoetryThe words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A sma...
