It's early Early enough that sleep didn't refresh my late night thoughts Early enough that my mind wanders free Free of process Free of order Free of rationale And on mornings like this I always seem to find myself Wandering back to you
studio version of bohemian rhapsody cover by panic! at the disco.
raoul pascal
She can see her house from here. So far off, it seems to hardly exist, Much like how she feels about home Though the two have never coincided
She feels the rough concrete where she sits It's broken in places and dirty; Nobody's allowed up here anyway, They might hurt themselves or something
Nobody looks up at her dangling feet She doesn't blame them, of course She can hardly see them at all And she's always seen so clearly
She stands up and looks around At the highest point that she can see, She feels just like an angel, Her dress flaps in the wind
When she wakes, she will have wings Wings that would have saved her, Were they hers in this life Imagining their soft feathers in her hands,
She falls.
Annie Spratt