Some days
January 16th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Some days I want to fly, and I just sit searching for wings.
Some days I just want to sit here and cry while searching for a noose to hold me down.
And other days I am just looking for someone’s loving eyes, because sometimes I need them just to keep my own alive.
I never asked for this life, But I sure as hell won’t let it pass me by.
And may the bridges I burn light the way.
And the rainy days show me which puddles to dance in.
And may the salt air that stings me also be what heals me.
For I won’t be their wallflower unless the walls talk back to me
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