Birds That Fly
love
POETRY
Chemically
Cosmically
Positively
Electricity.
An instinctual
Bliss
With secret
Sour intentions.
Being blind
With
New eyes
Slightly
Spiritually
Casually
Ripping the fresh
Wounds back
Open.
Healing feels
Selfishly
Filled with
Stupidity
And I'm taking
This trip
Wrongfully
Willingly
Back to
Reality.