Mountains stack and I am underneath the pile
When I am under, wake's a mile away
You are my sun but I can't seem to find the day
My hopes are tangent to my dreams this time
My hands want to be warmed by you rather than rhyme
I know it's out of reach but I must try
Though passion melts the cold it invites the fire
I have a fear of being on the ground
Might miss my flight
Walk away, don't make a sound
But this charming sound has made its way to me
It's such a shame to leave the passenger's company
I'm so afraid to get off this plane
Because I fear I won't get on ever again
The ground may be safe but it's the air I love
Take me up high, I like the view from up above
I like this. It seems to have more than one meaning, yes?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're writing. :)
It isn't as much about multiple meanings as it about one complicated meaning, which hopefully captures various aspects of relate-ability.
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