Unpredictable And Human

A poem of descriptive words of who I am.

Second to none the stream of detached memories underline,

Must keep running to the sadistic truth I rewind.
Burdened and left to breath,
sick to the bone tomorrow I'm born.
Its a bird, a plane, no its just a secret kiss in the sky,
My mother still there holding my hand as spiritual then,

With nothing but my word and my trust to blend,

My secret heart coming to yours at speeds of coarse,

Just wait till it comes your way and hits,

When I look away and make my choice,

maybe today I'll be a normal guy.

Reviews

[Paavana Varma]

ah,good one! Enjoyed reading it!

[Santiago Veracruz]

I understand.