High as a Kite
You make me fly so high,
but not in the way sunlight lifts a bird.
No, you send me spinning through storms,
the string between us pulled too tight,
cutting into my hands.
I rise above the world,
the air thin, the sky cold.
You are below, smiling,
watching me dance against the wind,
while you hold the line and let me drift.
There is beauty in the height,
in the ache of the climb,
but when you let go,
the fall comes slow,
and I have time to think of every lie
that felt like love.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
I must confess I thought you were going to talk about something else from the title. 😊😊
This is very well written - thanks for sharing!
Wow Love how you use a kite to describe this hurt feeling.
Powerful take on deception