The Circus.

Freaks.

He says let’s join the circus,
I say let’s run away.
He says poets are lovers,
I say love is pain.
Thirteen years and
miles upon miles,
victory gin and
birds who sit
and sing
in graveyards
and fly away on foot.
I’d sit on the top of a tall tree
if I wasn’t afraid
and I would make sense of this life
if this life made sense of me.

Reviews

seems like you're afraid of commitment.
Beautifully put-together write.

[Andrew'sWonderland]

Wow!! I really like this!! I am not sure why, but I do! It's almost like ones lost in life, in the circus of life... Hoping to make some sense of it.