Emily Corvinus

(January 20,1996-? / El Paso, TX)

Our Wind


We come and go
We let ourselves become beaten
Trashed and shreaded
Into tiny pieces of memories
We try to burn them and bary them
But we break down all them happiness
What happens then?
Are we done?
All we want is life
Where the heart become wild
And uncontrollable
What we call love
That reason
A passion to seek more
To know in deep
To feel the most
And intake what we can
We search for such beauty
A beauty that is not possible
But then again it can
A love that is your beathing
Your heartbeat
Life and soul
A wind we seek
For it will take us to paradise

Submitted: Friday, March 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013
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