I wish I could fly just like a paper could do...
...so I could avoid the words whose blowing out my mind.
...
Desire is the beginning of hope
and passion, dream is the soul.
They were the roots why every
tree continues to grow on
reaching the clouds hoping for
something to happen. Like a
butterfly to a flower, who
believe they are made for each
other, is passionate enough to
change in nature. They give
wisdom and reason on why
they live then how they die, how
they fly and why they cry.
Thus,
with wishes we at least stare
above the night skies, are some-
times false hopes we then felt
betrayed for the rest of our
universe.
So be careful what you wish for...
Sincerely.
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PoetryThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
