BWISE

Weightless

Drifting with the wind,
the strength releases skin
Stripped of all Ive been
Another new begin
Tired traveling tracks,
no breadcrumbs to trace back,
killed off all my kin
Inject myself within
Lovers had wont love,
ways that I love back
Took my hand and broke,
to brittle, to stand the attack
In a mood for soul,
all she whistles is sorrow,
A painter paints my name,
to a canvas that is black
The stars can smile at night,
shine down, show a way
Push me back to track,
a spin round game we play