A Goodbye Letter

March 17, 2012
By bubbletea BRONZE, Shoreline, Washington
bubbletea BRONZE, Shoreline, Washington
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If I stay here, I imagine
My wings would grow useless
I'd become content with
My hands, feet, ears, and nose.
I'd never long for the sky
The fresh air.
I'd think that this earthy dirt
Was the heavens, was perfect.
If I left, I know that I would leave you
But at least I'd sail above these pinning clouds
And get the sun in the palm of my hand.
I can't love you
And be unable to soar
I'll blow a kiss and raise my glass
As I fly up like an inflated balloon
For I am more than you.
Goodbye to lazy picnics,
Adios to hot summer days
I'll miss that sweet taste of lemonade,
But I'd rather taste the sour lemon alone
High above where images are perfect.
Not like here. For this smile you call perfect as you kiss it
Isn't perfect
And holding hands is the epitome of nothing
Laughing will get us only so far,
I must fly away now,

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