Treasure Island

Brynn Fier


Swingset Wings


I'm all alone
Sitting on the swings
I leap off
And grow wings

I fly to the sun
It's hotter then hell
But to me, it's heaven
Until I fell

My lungs are scorched
By breathing the hot air
The pain blisters my skin
But I don't care

I'm really sitting on the swingset
Imagining what it's like to fly
I never left the swings
But my wings keep me flying high

Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 24, 2011

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