Let the critics criticize
Let romance be romanticized
Let the masterminds cry
Let the poets write
But if I'm not free enough
I'm still inside you, locked up
Floating overseas
Staring from the countryside
Yet soared with dreams
I can't even strive
It isn't the idea of freedom
That I tend to understand
Bounderies due to broken lands
And I can't even touch your hand
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Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
PoetryMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
