This Is Me

This Isn't Actually me by the way

 

This is me

 

Here is me, I’m sitting in the sky.

I just watch the world as it passes me by.

I just happen to be the air you breath.

I’m still the air, that you still need-

and more than ever I wish you could see:

I’m above the clouds but it rains on me.

 

I know it feels like the world’s on your shoulder,

But that cold you feel is just me watching over-

With broken bones and broken wings.

My soul still hurts and my eyes still sting-

And they rain on you, I’m sorry, they do,

But I’d cry again if ever you knew:

 

That your face is fading from my eye,

no longer as vivid as the one that’s mine.

The one I see and wish I didn’t know;

It haunts me everywhere I go.

so forever swept on a tide of emotion,

As I walk alone through rolling open.

 

This is me as the story is written.

you need to know I’ve learnt to listen.

I listen to all of those things you say.

I hear your heart every time it aches.

And I’m begging you never say goodbye:

 

It’s still me; I’ve learnt to fly.

 

Author's Note

what do you think of the part about learning to fly?

Reviews

[Just Cat]

Wow, I love this poem. I love the style and the way it just flows.
I especially like this bit:
"Here is me, I'm sitting in the sky.
I just watch the world as it passes me by."
I just love the sound and the rythme of it. Very good work.