My heart sings a song,
beating as a piano with no keys to play in.
My toes are cold as ice cubes,
My breath was clear to see just like a bright fire fly hovering over the sea.
Their bright lights were just the light source I can see,
but couldn't believe I was the only one that can't be seen.
I just wish I was visible to see, I was clear as crystal,
but hard to be seen, just the outline of my shadow and just a mist in your settled vision.
I am optimistic to my plan and make misty ideas to be a whisper in your ear ,
just to let you see me come clear.
Just think of me as a mist that can be seen from a distance,
just set your instincts into a misty thought.
By: Christian Manzanares
reason: Bored and filled with misty thoughts.
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