Hearts hanging by a thread, Dangling in the sky.
Spreading the wings of all mankind, For love makes them fly.
Soar my darling, Come to me.
I look into the dark blue sky, Admiring the view.
Billon's of hearts, But where are you?
I give up hope, Leaving my home.
No love for me, I stand alone.
But then there you are, In the dark sky.
Soaring above the rest, For me you'll fly high.
Plucking down a heart, From the nights sky.
You bring to me your heart, Because your my perfect guy.

I stumbled upon a poem my friend wrote, at the time it seemed totally confusing and pointlessly written, I don't know what changed but I understand it now, anyway I even asked her what it meant for those who don't, I thought even though she's poor at putting it together its a pretty poem.

Underneath and Beneath

Take my hand.
Take my heart.
Take my soul.
And take me from this place,
Take me to a happy home.

Give me one,
Maybe two deep breathe's,
And pull me under with you.
Not under as a bad thing,
Not quite good either.

Just under.
Under because its not over,
Over here,
Over there,
Over anywhere,
Or where ever this place is.

Because I dont like it here,
Because I've overstayed my welcome.
I've hung around to long.
And I cant spend another minute so near,
To the people I hate living here.
And I cant spend another minute,
So far away.

Far away from under.
Under where you dwell.
I would've been there with you in under,
For you in under,
But I cant.

Since under is out my reach,
And that leaves me so utterly,
And disgustingly,
Incomplete.

Author - I guess i wrote it about myself, to my old self, if that makes any sense. Under because that's where my old self sank, while my fake smiles, lies and deathlike numbness had risen to the the surface, leaving the hurt and warmth of my old self deep beneath, leaving me dead in a sense.-

R.I.P. Ashleynn

I Miss You.

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