It was just a high. Found it because I was searching for that feeling again.
To be high with someone else
In and out at times but it feels good to be alive again.
I'm a victim of thoughts of you.……
Where are you taking me?
Past the smog below into the soft bright colors of the sun
Blowing freely in the soft warm wind
It was just a high. Found it because I needed to feel again.
To be high with you
Up and down at times but it feels so nice to be alive again.
I’m gliding past the sky
Where are you taking me?
Past the smog below into the soft bright colors of the sun
Blowing freely in the soft warm wind
Feel me. Why can’t you.
Feel me. Where are you?
Feel me. Why cant you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your imagery adds a certain fairy tale essence to it great work Miki Layton