I wish I could be a stone
Fall down in a single go
But I feel as though I am a paper kite
Lost in the wind
Fragile, Falling forever
No strings attached
Yet my own knots in a choke hold
For should I speak
Silver adorning my neck
Would be stained scarlet
Slicing something dirty
You wouldn't believe
For I deceive the very eyes I love
Seemingly floating without a care
I preserve all my breath
All my air ,all my despair
For a chance to spell out your name
Before I give into the ground
The last word , the last sound
© myrottenpoetry_13