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I can see freedom in front of my eyes,
It burns so hot, blazing like fire,
Filled with promises and lies,
I want it so bad, it is my desire.
Searching for my release,
Breathing becomes so hard,
I am so close but still so far, it's a tease,
It's pulling down my guard.
Sweat dripping down my face,
It makes me all hot and vexed,
Blood running down my lips in a slow pace,
It makes me so perplexed.
Freedom makes you work tough,
Puts you through pain and pleasure,
Something soft and rough,
But eventually when you find it, it's a treasure.
Tastes like cherry on a Sunday afternoon,
Melts in my mouth like ice,
I know my release will come soon,
Filling my life with spice.
Suddenly the air around depletes,
I cry with a loud sigh,
From my eye a drop of tear fleets,
And all my senses fly.
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The Woes of Sarah
PoetryCollection of poems, sad and sweet This is an unlimited poem collection I will keep updating poems here, you'll find happy, sad, lovely, cruel poems here. All your teenage emotions written out in one whole poem collection. Note: all images used are...
