Feathers

Cold snowy heart,
Warmed with laughter of a thousand hopes.
We are all hanging on by hope's feathers.
Unless we aren't.
With enough feathers you can fly.
But my dreams give me the most feathers.
Unrealistic things usually do.
The hug that isn't possible,
The heart that isn't there,
The kiss that never happend.
All apear in my dreams.
And for a second I grow wings and fly,
Until my alarm cloak goes off.
And then my feathers fall,
Slowly, all day.
Until the last one falls.
And sends me spiraling down.
At least I'm not alone at the bottom.
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It's the cat

VT

18 years old

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