I was looking for a mountain, something to leave me breathless. I found myself at the fountain. I questioned what had been
By Dante Guerra3 years ago in Poets
The wind beneath my wings, it has a voice to me. The breeze, it sings, it sings! The air that sways the swings, that makes children soar free,
I want to run away, but you are pressing on my heart. I don’t know what to say. I believed this to be play, but every time I start
Gaoline, bleach, and Kool-aid, swallowed straight. Dancing, wearing shoes without socks, in bed. Salads of plastics and rocks that I ate.
What is it you have found? A mountain top climbed by few. Yet, you are bound to come down. You don’t like to stay on the ground,
