Salty Tears
In the heat of the moment beneath a scorching sun, We throw salt over a shoulder, think we've won. Adding flavour to our tales, tall and sickly sweet, Dry eyes blinking, batting on heavy repeat. The world heats up, dry...
Meant to Fly
Human, but meant to fly,
Touch the sky, mutha$#&^@.
Growing feathers, earning them stripes,
Lifelong journey, days rolling into nights.
Remembering the feeling, pushing off the ground,
Fearless and free, the silence profound.
Rusty instincts, the air wild and free,
Fraying the edges of my obscurity
Learning to fly, with all my might,
Breaking barriers, my birth, my right.
Never looking down, stretching my wings,
Embracing heights that belong to the kings.
Rusty instincts, heart of gold,
Chasing dreams, never let me grow old.
Feeling the wind, compress my chest,
Meant to fly; bro can never rest.
- Tags: Poetry & prose
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