Up Up- Far Away
Faces; one now two,
Fluttering eyes,
Unknown to known,
Some turn away; shys'.
Shy away from flight,
One open now two,
Black view then white,
Mind takes off; flew.
Up Up- Far away,
Shaken to death; damn,
Your head down to lay,
Like a precious lamb.
So Real; Once Knew,
But no known sense,
An emotion unknown;new,
Friction feeling dense.
Glance then gone,
Gone then back,
A prayer to be,
One touch to lack.
The pieces rise;grew,
To save a soul,
Parts out one by two,
Push over now roll.
And Dont Give Up Till ITS YOUR TURN to go.
Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2013
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