do not let yourself
fold and fold,
fold and fold,
until you no longer take up space,
let yourself fold,
and fold and fold,
until you turn into something,
an unrecognizable art,
and spread those folded wings,
you've worked hard to create,
fly to worlds and worlds,
and worlds and worlds,
until your paper wings
start to crease,
for it is a living proof,
seen by the naked eye,
that there is nothing wrong,
with enjoying your flight,
for it is a living proof,
that you're living
the best life.
YOU ARE READING
confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
詩歌[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
