To Ponder Then
I guess I just wanted to matter to you
I don’t want to disappear like a ghost
Going from coast to coast
With no home
No one to call me home
I have no heart
I sold it to a surgeon hoping he could bring back life to someone who wanted it
Because I don’t want it
A simple person asks: you don’t want what?
I don’t want life little miss privileged pie
I want to soar through the sky
And watch people walk by
And pick apart their lives
That ones rich
That ones poor
That ones going to die by the morn
Because at the end of the day
Life feels long when there’s no answers coming your way
But nothing really matters when your up here with me far from the roar and the bustle of the crowds
You can simply spread your wings
Far high into the sapphire blue sky
Fall into the silky cotton clouds
While making faces like a clown
But when the fun stops
You’ll pause mid dip
What would’ve been if you stayed with the living?
Another poem by me.
This one didn't win in a competition so I am posting it here!