Becoming SkinA Poem by Zakari SchmidtSometimes perspective is everything
If your time is of an essence
you should know Eventually each one of us are cold The kind of chill that won't care if you're young The kind that stills the air inside my lungs, the kind thats outside my door when not welcomed in My head spins My back breaks My fists were clinched as all my thoughts wished for the words to say I never get my way You're still outside my door If there's another side what's my reflection for Preach of the search for yourself You sit alone in your house Down on the path to resolve what's affecting us all What kind of weapon looks like a wooden cross when the nails are held in with God's mercy and love Don't you like to pull down what was held up above cuz you're doing it wrong and I know this because If the ending just wants to begin then the salt of the earth dreams of becoming skin and the man in the moon thinks about having wings Sometimes perspective is everything © 2015 Zakari SchmidtReviews
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StatsAuthorZakari SchmidtKC, MOAboutI've been writing creatively/semi-seriously for around a decade. 24 isn't old. Right now I'm writing folk songs, these poems/lyrics are part of my ASCENSION/ATTENTION collection. It's about being an a.. more..Writing
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