Do you ever worry you’re losing yourself
as you slip into the sea?
As its soft echoing whisper, questions
who you’re meant to be?
Do summer gales unbalance you
with the sweetest contact?
Why do the rocks surrounding me press their shadows like shackles,
so that I cannot unfold my wings?
If there is a reason to be here,
then is it right to mourn the loss of time?
Maybe if these questions starve for long enough,
I can stretch my wings
leap from this rock
and fly.
For stitch
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May 21, 2012 at 6:43 pm
CatLover/MRider20123
aww! THANKS!
May 21, 2012 at 6:43 pm
CatLover/MRider20123
also please don’t use my name on the internet.
Thanks.
NO offense
May 22, 2012 at 4:44 am
betatala99
np
May 21, 2012 at 6:44 pm
CatLover/MRider20123
Also UR SWEET!
May 22, 2012 at 6:47 pm
CatLover/MRider20123
gracias!