If I grew scales on my skin
And wings on my back,
Would I be free?
Or do I just need a backpack
And a fist full of courage
To finally leave.
And when the day comes for me
To pave the unpaved road
Will I chose marbled tiles
Or rocks and stones?
I know I'm not adventurous
I try to mix in;
But If our souls were what we wore on our skins,
I would stand out.
And then I would hold my head up high,
And sing my own song,
Because truly? That's all I've wanted all along.
Free.
Par stringylights
Personal poetry.. Just wanted to get it out there.. Let me know what you think about it :) Plus