It is time
The wall has fallen
And I am exposed.
It is the nakedness of my skin
And the naivety of the feathers of my heart
That will suffer.
It was coming
Sneaking into my lonely memories
Of times gone by
As I chased clouds
And cried on behalf of the skies,
It preceded my fate
And pushed me to think I could fly.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology 🫶💖
AI is not art.



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