past rapshody

[compLicaTed]

in a past life
i met this guy
now, he was as fine as can be
and me being me
a struggling artist
a full blown hedonist
partaking in the sins of life
livin' alone with Lipstick, my cat
surrounded by earthly goods
in splendidor with my grubby halo
decided to let him in.
well, we had coffee, him and i
we talked about flying, the way the lake looks in the morning,
and sex on the beach.
i like your life, he said
looking at photographs on my wall
surrounded in the sea of memories
he smiles and looks at me
a thousand loves flash before me
yet he seems genuine,

this fine guy.
sitting on the balcony outside
under the star-lit night sky
tingling with anticipation, champange,
and pipe dreams, he reads our future
in the night stars.
utopia, he promises me
i shake my head, i have to let him go
his eyes question me, hurt
i'm sorry honey
but i'm the kind of bird
who needs to fly
i'm the kind of bird
who needs to fly
as i look out of my window
the crystal wind chimes tinkling
dust arising from the road
i shake my head, i had to let him go
i'm the kind of bird
who needs to fly...

 

[CatoCooper13]

That was lovely, complicated -- I used to do Creative writing ages ago and I think I've lost my touch. I think I will give it a go another time.

Goldie

 

[OldNavyGirl]

wow, lovely!

 

[compLicaTed]

thank you
my mom thought it was strange that i included the crystal windchimes... *shrugs*

 

[Fly Free]

very well written Complicated! bootiful!