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she’s flying out tomorrow,
across the open skies
leaving me behind
with her distance in my eyes


I can’t cling any tighter,
or hold her to my track
once she sets her mind,
there is no turning back


some days I question who I am,
some nights I wonder why
when all that is dear to me
is lost to bluer sky


but she holds me with a whisper,
the words that slowly burn
I’m flying out tomorrow,
but know I will return.



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Tomorrow
Date: Sunday, 9th August 2015 @ 06:47:11 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: spike



she’s flying out tomorrow,
across the open skies
leaving me behind
with her distance in my eyes


I can’t cling any tighter,
or hold her to my track
once she sets her mind,
there is no turning back


some days I question who I am,
some nights I wonder why
when all that is dear to me
is lost to bluer sky


but she holds me with a whisper,
the words that slowly burn
I’m flying out tomorrow,
but know I will return.





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