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Then They're No Friends Of Mine

Poetry By: to lie on the floor without holding on
Young adult

I was highly delusional when I wrote this. Which usually makes for the best stories.

Submitted:Jul 8, 2009    Reads: 148    Comments: 5    Likes: 6   

Before I go

You say

Some want to jump

After walking that far

After watching so many rise

Only to descend after they climb

For the wasted lives

You don't wanna waste your life

Those wings stapled on your back

Aren't paper; those feathers are golden

Waiting to touch the clouds

They don't want to be heavy no more

Folded and unfolded and unfolding

Fly like the crows

Words fly out like rain

That could be you that could be me

Falling flying falling into a paper cup

All nothing for John Lennon, the words rose

And broke from those pages


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