It seems happiness is a burden
Smiles escape my lips
But I do not know if they are mine.
It seems like I am wrapped in a hot glare
I want to speak but the wrong words always betray heart
I am tired of waiting
Waiting for everything to be washed away by a rainstorm
My thoughts spin around my head, like a space ship
Depositing clutter to drift aimlessly-
-then to drop through the boiling atmosphere.
I am left up there in space
My body slowly orbiting
Turning,but never falling,
Never changing
Any space litter that collides
With me,
Simply heads its course
Never realizing that he has warped mine.
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Author:
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Comments1
Good write, that warped course may be leading you to the right path on your life.
Thank You, I hope so.
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