yeah i threw away the map
i lost my shoes
i cursed the sky
but i feel the pain with every breath
with every step
with every sigh
stretching like a landscape
the line i drew was right
painting like a preacher
tossing like the tide
the stars are begging ransom
the sea is reaching high
the trees are speaking poetry
my tears are running dry
The stars are begging ransom.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant.