Why do I let my eyes
Watch heroes lives
Maybe because they try
and their try is never wasted
And whenever there's danger
They always face it
There unafraid of heights
Or swinging on vines
They must always know they'll
Come in the knick of time
But I, oh but I
Will fall on my face
I will run a race
And never taste
Victory
Or have my hand held high
So I guess this is why
I flock to screens
To watch heroes on TV
So I can simply see
What I will never be
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
ŞiirThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
