Poems from dorankc
the feel of your hair
while you rest your head on me
should be a crime, it isn't fair
the look in your eyes
while you tell me you're here...
learning to fly wasn't the goal
what use did I have for that kind of freedom?
all he wanted was someone to catch
I fought my instincts...
you started running
was it because you were afraid?
or because you were finally free?
your shoes were worn
who knows when you bought them...
the fear you feel
it isn't from the changes you keep going through
it's from the growth you've endured.
you're afraid to be the person...
when it comes down to
then end of the night
you can turn from the truth
let him shout his devotions
and feed you with lies
while you...