In the Air

I’m in public
But I do not have permission
To be here
I have feelings
But they do not have permission
To be here
Chord structures
Can be built to make me cry
Why does the change
Make me want to die
Something unreachable
You want it more
I feel the world closing in
Like everyone is just against me
Is all of this untoured?
You may not have
Trampled my heart
But you left a footprint
You may not have drawn blood
But I can still smell its essence
Faintly in the air

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at