A glance at freedom

A glance at freedom


I stand a lone figure on top the colossal skyscraper, the patchwork of light frame my vision and thoughts of you swarm inside my lungs. I recall your laugh so full of childlike wonder but it is truly an enigma why your laugh has become so cold and cruel and your eyes why they use to hold so much warmth now only murmur your regrets. Your soft compliment that my soul drank up like Sherry has become the harsh comments that poison my soul. I want freedom but I want to free you too. I know that boy I danced with in the summer rain is somewhere deep inside of you but I can’t wait for him...I want this hell to end so soon but why is it that I am condemned inside this vessel of longing