If I'm being honest, I don't know where this is leading
Where I'll end up, nobody will predict the stars' feeling
My mom tells me to be gentle, follow her plan
But I feel the adrenaline, get to know my slang
Freedom is what I crave most
To break free from the chained post
To follow my star's guidance
And arrive at the place from myths
I will let myself forget about the world
In order to jot let my soul fold
Because I need to be fighting
To be with the one I love, struck by lightning
-J.
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The Wildness Of Souls
PoetryFrom love to pain. Some back and forth. My poems contain my soul, my thoughts. Some more, some less. Some are better, some are a simple creation written down in the spur of the moment. Some are more true, more honest than you'll ever know. And some...
