FALLEN
Dusky skies, beauty as the sunshine
that expands my mind
flowing through the deepest bottom
I close and I look
I go away to rip the pages
of my favorite book
I'm fallen from the course
of the unknown
burning to find the answers
that are uncertain
is it my selfish ego
that is dripping blood
beneath the curtains?
My spirit floats like a butterfly
It flies suddenly into the air
my consience is calling me
but I don't even care
I'm fallen through the edges
of these beated walls
fallen through the presence
of these fractured stalls
If I go away but I fall with noise
or is it the one who I love the most?
that my insides will be filled joy
I'm fallen and never alone
my only words I'll speak
is written precisely on my phone
like treasures on earth or in the heavenly places
going back to a time where we speak so kindly
fallen back and forth
to a poet with a mind that always races
but never forgets to completes the spaces.
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