My first post, a trashy poem, but, I didn't feel like posting a different one (for whatever reason). Anyways, hello, I'm Michael.
back
Passenger Window
i look out
on the top of the clouds
at angels leaving traces
of their footsteps
to remind us...
oh, god, i wish
i could go back to that time
innocent, youth
god, bring meback
i don’t want to be here
i prefer angels
to turbulence
the past was so...
well...
just
bring meto that time
i look out
on the top of the clouds.