He lived unsober and high
Thinking he could fly
like a bumble bee
But he couldn't be
He did try
but fell and died before reaching sky
Categories:
unsober, poets,
Form: Limerick
You take the road I never had taken before,
a lock set with no keys only for two endless doors,
Grasses a withering in the wind and the rain,
a breath left short of a loves unsober insane,
for my hands in my fortune and I ran from mt fame,
if you are my hero then make me see,
what is left of your heartless glory that stands before me,
as painful as this love with a sting like a bee,
for dying wishes of this lady that dwell in the sea,
what's luster of a tale as tall and so shy
the price for the journey that left me to die,
a secret so cold,
to when we ask why,
from the touch of the man that fell from the sky.
Categories:
unsober, adventure,
Form: Ballad