seeker123

Love's Atmosphere

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.

 

 

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, that warped course may be leading you to the right path on your life.

    • seeker123

      Thank You, I hope so.



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