Looking Up. - Whispering So Low

Close and relax your tired eyes,
And count from one to ten.
You will find a big surprise,
Once you open them.

What is it like to feel inspired,
By a wood that hasn't been fired.
What is it like to regret,
All the words that made you sweat.

Whenever there is a time,
When you're happy.
There is a line,
A thorn that makes an applause no longer clappy.

Why does it feel so bad,
When she hurts you.
Why do you feel so mad,
When she ignores you.

You feel like a golden bar in a desert,
A sky that reduces the universe to something lesser.
You feel like a stone in a cloudy weather,
A moan tied to a lost letter.

Blood running down my cheeks,
Red teardrops I have to admit.
Souls raising up to the sky,
Taken away by a blackish lie.

As my bones crack and die,
As the leaves fall and dry.
As death sits there so sly,
As my wings spread to fly.

Wishing just to say goodnight,
And not ending with a goodbye.
Wishing just to say hello,
And between us two whisper so low.

Looking Up.

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