Be my skyscraper and let the skies above be my limit.
At times I feel like a vapid mirror-
reflecting for perfection-
but does that equal, confection?
Will it lead me affection or just fermentation?
Tell me...Why do I continue to fight this war
when no one is ever winning?
4 comments:
Woohoo! You stand as tall as a skyscraper!
Congrats on passing!
I knew you would being as savvy as you are. :)
my skyscraper, and be someone else's. I love this.
Dear, your writing is lovely.xx
Lovely written. Skyscrapers are amazing in some way, love how you put words to it.
Love
/S / http:// mydarlingsolitude.blogspot.com
♥
giving off a reflection of the people we meet of the places we
enounter, never really being known,ah is that 'the big city'?
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