The rush in your head,
Holds the spell on your body.
You don't want me,
Yet you won't let me go.
Stop chasing something you don't want to receive.
You've put me in a jar, and I'm waiting for oxygen.
Deprived of purpose and direction.
Suffocating on loss and overprotection.
My wings will break, the glass will shatter.
I will escape the hurt that matters.
You've poisoned me, and abandoned your efforts.
I will transform once more, my friend.
A second chance won't be back again.
You've drained me of my aspirations,
Wounded at a halted station.
But flying is the gift I was born to,
You can't cut off my wings if you won't use them.
The universe wants me back.
Holds the spell on your body.
You don't want me,
Yet you won't let me go.
Stop chasing something you don't want to receive.
You've put me in a jar, and I'm waiting for oxygen.
Deprived of purpose and direction.
Suffocating on loss and overprotection.
My wings will break, the glass will shatter.
I will escape the hurt that matters.
You've poisoned me, and abandoned your efforts.
I will transform once more, my friend.
A second chance won't be back again.
You've drained me of my aspirations,
Wounded at a halted station.
But flying is the gift I was born to,
You can't cut off my wings if you won't use them.
The universe wants me back.
2 comments:
i am falling in love with every next word u write..
...ahh, that is too kind.
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