Time to Fly
Another day has come and gone
And I still sit here reminiscing on the time we shared
Still wondering why you had to fly on,
Leaving me emotionally impaired
With a dagger sitting in my heart
I look up to the sky
All of this tearing me apart
I think it's my time to fly
Time to grab the bottle and pull the trigger
All of the memories, to fade away
I always knew life was bigger
But I'm stopping halfway
Laying here unconsciously sound
I see the white knight
As my heart takes its last pound
I take off in flight
👁 1💬 2
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (2)
Log in to leave a comment.