What type of Fae are you?
The moon was hanging
by a single thread, while
I wore my greatest treasure
on my grass-stained sleeve.
I perked up my chin towards the sky,
as my eyes fell to the ground.
I swim in regret, while the waves
of communication fades in the tide.
Love is a far distance,
and I'm lost in the highway
of chances. Wandering like
a sniper without a target,
I continue to float aimlessly.
The wind is my direction,
and the clouds are my angels.
I put my faith in the world around,
as I realize I'm nothing but alone.
