They say i am unsocial and busy
I do wanna talk like the way earlier i used to
But now i can't speak whatever i want to
They complain why i write just tradegy
I do wanna write poems about happy things
But what can i do? I'm falling down without those 'wings'
They say I'm too much lazy
I do wanna walk outside like everyone does
But what can i do? Having a feet like this
I do wanna go out with someone like i see in statuses of everyone
But what can i do? No one is there to come to me
They say, why don't i-
But
I do wanna, don't i?
Note: wings can denote hopes/memories/dreams/sources of joy/ someone to care for me in reality.
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Petals of my moonflower
PoesíaRed isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hat...
