Fly High
Fly high
Ruthless cry
and your voice
once liquidy then dry
Fortunate the ones
that escaped
but we still hanging
above the grace
And days they long
for the nights where
all goes wrong
And do I try
to bury myself
in a wry smile
so you cry
over the killer that is supposedly I
Shyness escaping into a sober smile
while birds fly high
till they drop and die
and so do I
fly high.
-by Jaro T
Copyright © Jaro Tomko | Year Posted 2018
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