I float, but don't fly
Can’t get that high
Slowly I rise
Carried by the wind
Created by breath
Reflecting the creator
When the breath leave I gain wings
Then the eye can’t see how high I can fly
Pass the clouds
Pass the atmosphere
Pass space
Pass the universe
In the heavens
About the Creator
L.I.E
Hey, I'm Emily! Thanks for reading. Hope you read something that inspires you. Or something that you find relatable.
Cassie and Johnny
I’m the kind of dame you notice. I’m no femme fatale, but you can’t ignore me, at least not until I warn you about what’s coming, then everybody ignores me. Hell, they usually blame me afterwards and give Johnny all the credit for saving the day, but my Johnny couldn’t save a seat at the movies without my help. Sure, he’s brawny, but brainy? Not so much. Like that time I asked him to spot me five bucks, and he said he didn’t see it anywhere on me, and believe you me, he looked but good.
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Critique
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