O weary traveller Your soul lifted To allow your spirit to roam free untethered in distant lands and you; you uprooted yourself And lost your way home so you wander Lost and unfound
Let’s run away You, from your thoughts Me, from myself We all need a break sometimes Nobody knows where we’ll go And we’ll pretend we don’t know the rules We will find, a home away from home
She was the girl who survived, the one who lived to tell the tale, and was assumed the stronger for it. Little did you know – you could breathe life into a paper girl but you could never make her real. She would always be made of paper, always susceptible to flames.
What do you call this?This waiting on the edge of my seat,fingers drumming in anticipation,mind alert, eyes wide openWhat is it that I am waiting for?What adventures are headed my way?What should I seek next
And when I have lost my sparkle don’t you worry For I will find my own light All I need is for you to be at my side Ready for the fireworks
You’ll find me in the pockets of time Where you shared my laughs And you shared my smiles You’ll find me in the park Under the shade of the oak tree Calmed by the shadows in the dark You’ll find me in the pages of books A paper clip to mark a page A foldedContinue reading “I have left”