My kite flew away like a bird in the never ending skies
That is truly freedom, the will to leave it all behind
Like the wind, it to has the free will we all long for
For your kite will never tell a lie
AN:
⠀ ∧__∧
（｀•ω• )づ__∧
（つ /( •ω•。)
しーＪ (nnノ)𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙠
YOU ARE READING
When our love died
ПоэзияPeople will write to account for such feelings, for words will never die. it's a book of poems :) 🤍🍀🤍🍀🤍🍀🤍
