Our shelter was the blue sky till we grew a tree It’s bough became our place away a home for you and me So good, we grew an orchard we dug and planted seeds In turmoil, tears watered roots as we cut and grew more trees Till our fields could not be numbered in grief we glory in golden leaves whilst greed sprouted envy like **** we were deceived Each planting left us wanting a forest, thick, large and high forgetting the place we first belonged beneath black branches that hid the sky
You would rather your heart ten times broken than suffer the torture of gloom Blank faces in mirrors hang on dark inner walls that won't let you leave the room
You don't have to search anymore It’s okay, I’ll be your company As we’ll be dreaming under different skies Cloud nine resting , still, we can settle, My embrace will be your home, Your eyes will ground me This feeling, our only battle
lets pour one out for the kids who never quite grew into the “mature for your age”’s and “pleasure to have in class”’s,
glowing futures hanging from bony frames like a shirt a few sizes too big
the kids with molten gold praise spilling from their skin, beautiful and searingly painful, how icarus must have felt when the wax ran in rivulets down his back and the sea opened up to swallow him whole.
the world isn’t so kind to these cookie dough kids whose edges dont quite fill out the cutters designed for them who have no one to blame but themselves and no one to turn to either.
where do you go when you’re suffocated by the shadow of places you could’ve gone?