I remember that I wrote my dreams
And put them in a jar.
To become a singer, an explorer, to learn a guitar, and so on.
While cleaning my room
I saw it again.
It was in a dark corner
Where my eyes never went.
Strange enough, it was filled with butterflies
Trying to fly in the sky.
I opened the lid and let them go.
It hurts.
Why? I don't know.
They were beautiful.
I wish I could keep them close.
But if I did, they would have died.
As they fly away in the sky
I smiled sadly.
But I thought that someday,
Anyone else would see them and
Smile happily.
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My Diary <3
PoetryHey guys! I hope you all are doing good. This diary contain poems written by me . As a teenager my mood keeps changing so there is no specific style of writing. I have just start my journey of writing and it would be very helpful if any of you woul...
