Strained, stranded, strained epoch.
In my moors you were a monarch.
I chose my gardens
And wept for shoots scattered lost in unwilling population…
Magnificence was stripped off me.
I was skinned off my sweetness
My beautiful woes and sorrows, no longer succulent.
Devoid of sympathy
Sugar-coating with apathy.
I gave myself away to the world…
Their selfies and definitions (so sickening)
Based on owned technologies exalted in false worth.
Lost to genius…
Clouds transformed into mere storage
For our mental waste
Corpses from emotional tragedies…
From keys without notes, beginning.
While the real world and word go missing…
I choose you in another world and life.
Bum with me
Above the clouds
You need no other high but I…
Sun can’t burn
Out solemn flesh
Your doubts are meaningless.
Know how to fly
This is the message of the Sky…
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12.12.2011 | Categories: Feel Good, Freedom, General Romance, Inspirational, Meaning, Positive Outlooks | Tags: Allure, celestial hearts, connection, divine feeling, flying, freedom, meaning, soulmates, the sky | Leave a comment