Aria

There are lessons I’ll never learn from

And I’ll learn void of needing a lesson

 

I’ve broken things that couldn’t be fixed

And fixed things that couldn’t be broken

Not because my ego needed me to but

Due to me being different- perspectively

 

I’ve lost the flavor to tangle with drama

That wasn’t mine- the entire time

As I sat on the edge of a moon crest

Catching snowflakes on my dry tongue

 

I’ve watched a song come alive- become

Like a picture in the hands of an artist

But I’ve never had any touching song- itself

Lay besides, look me in the eyes until you…woke

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

 

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