Blue Lined Paper

I've got bits of me on blue lined paper
Paper flying around the city streets
Kissing the sky and never tied down
But always incomplete

From the lonely hearts to the saddened souls
In the summer nights that turn us cold
My ink is smeared
And my edges are torn

Rustling along the deserted lanes
Past those who live insane
Cardboard homes in a
Vacant parking lot

The bits of me soar
Higher into the sky
I keep adding more words
Though I'm forgetting now why
Flying around the city streets
Never tied down
But always incomplete

Poem by Kvieta Vindi

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