
If pages of my heart were like an open book,
what would they say?
Would they be ripped apart?
Would they be empty,
Waiting for someone to come
fill in the blanks.
Erase memories of shattered moments,
faded to shades of darker greys.
Like memories complete, in my mind in this headpiece.
Lost in the melody where I find the most peace.
I'm not perfect, i've never tried.
But i'm worth it while I gather roses where
others once threw dirt on me,
Fake beauty always strays,
But true beauty always stays.
Alive and i've survived.
There is nothing that I wish for more,
that something beautiful I give, given back.
But then again I understand.
Sometimes butterflies need room so they can
open up, because they've got to metamorphosis.
Break through the questions and the day by days,
While I take another breathe in;
Like a cigarette with no sweet release.
It is no medicine for these things inside.
There's just a feeling and my swallowed pride.
A picture of where I've envisioned myself,
Up higher than the clouds while I'm sober
waiting for the adrenaline to kick in as life
weighs me down.
These wings are greater than
anything I've ever carried,
anything I've ever been.
Wishing I could open them,
so I could fly, free like a bird
and break free, so I can be me.
Filled with a million and two ways,
self expression, but did I mention?
I have within my soul,
a fire that is deep.
No knifes in my back, just a passion
for being on the right track,
and trying not being stuck in
a state of mind,
that only takes me backwards
when i'm not trying to rewind
To some place that is anything less
than the divine, where the sky, the stars,
the moon, the sun
is all mine where i'm not behind on my dreams
Empowered by the light within.
There's stars somewhere in my eyes;
When I can open them daydreaming.
Somewhere in the sky;
Where the sun shines.
There's stars somewhere in my eyes.
Gleaming brighter than the horizon.
I keep trying to see somewhere,
Over this atmosphere, when I close my eyes.
Somewhere in the galaxies,
above cloud nine.
While the stars shine somewhere in my eyes.
Twinkles of paradise,
Even when tears are falling some of the time.
There's sun shining in my eyes;
There's nothing like the days where I'm one with
the rising of the son.
Waiting for the moon;
somewhere in the atmosphere,
awake feeling its energy.
Alive inside of me.



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