i am a concept you can not begin to grasp
i am the spot on your ceiling
that your eyes somehow always drift to
i am the moment you realize it was a mistake
i am the sky when every cloud is in the right place
and every color seems to be calm
and every teenage girl’s heart beats faster
because she doesn’t want to miss the chance
to capture this
but clouds move and colors change
i am a free spirit
that you can not control
- Author: plutoyo ( Offline)
- Published: April 23rd, 2016 14:19
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
Comments1
HI PLUTOYO (great name !) welcome to My Poetic Side. Thanks for a lovely penned enigmatic first poem - excellent. Because we are "free spirits" clouds do move and colors do change - nothing is ever the same as it was ! Thanks for sharing - BRIAN
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