Poetry · Writing

fear of the planet

flying and you are the wings

the ground is the past

we’re above that now

sinking ships we’re all afloat now

focused on me and now i’m in lift off

two seats and rain checks cashed in

a lime or two and soft skin

i see your moves and the way you spin

girl i wonder where you have been

when i was on the ground

flapping my wings like an idiot

just wanting to leave the ground

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