In the Air

Call it in the air – heads or tails
Heads and I’d go to hell and back with you.
Flying too close to the sun,
in the middle of summer where all was golden in the sky.
We had time to make a memory.

Well, I’m not sure what this is gonna be,
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs
Chlorine kissed summer skin?
Another seven minutes won’t go to waste,
Just kiss me slowly.

But it’s getting colder quicker,
So call it in the air…

Tails and you forget me the way
that I promised I’d never forget you.
I’ve worked it out — you’ll always bring me down.
The person that you’d take a bullet for
is behind the trigger.
Just let it go.

You’re putting up your armor when you leave
And you leave because you’re certain
Of who you want to be.

But I’m already gone,
searching for whatever’s left of me.
So call it in the air.


The poem above is a found poem.

Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning.

Essentially this was born out of me listening to a playlist so many times in one week that I felt the need to use lyrics from songs on it in a poem.

I hope you enjoyed it.

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