You're just a kite without a string. Flying endlessly with nowhere to go. You fly higher and higher but what's the point? Without a string you are really going nowhere. You'll lose it all in the sky. First your colors, then the wires that keep you together, then finally you'll just be a bunch of tattered pieces of cloth sewn together. Then you'll fall. Down down and down. But that's where you wanted to be all along, isn't it? To be with them all, but without colors and wires what are you? Just an old kite that's met its end.
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
