(I need to change the title, here's another song.)
You love to
swing me around
Like your most prized possession
But you always put me back down
And let me be my own person
When I stand out
You're looking at me
I'm alone in the crowd
But you're smiling and proud
Of me?
Sweet, whispers at night
Kisses, making sure I'm alright
At dawn, you teach me how to fight
Make sure I never need to run with fright
When I leave you, out of guilt
Thinking you deserve better
I can't help falling limp
When you pull me in closer
It's like you've vowed to protect me
And break every chain
They've shackled me
With
I've never felt allowed to live
The way that I want before
Free from the scolding
The anger, the taunts
I've never been told
To love myself before
Even with my
Flaws, wrong choices, wild emotions
How could you ever say something so nice?
Are you really talking to me?
Am I living in a dream?
Are you someone I can even see?
When I use my voice
To stand up for someone else
You'll start the filming
Beaming and cheering
For me.
When I stand out
I see you looking at me
I'm alone in the crowd
I'm smiling, we're proud
Of me.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts to Poems
PoetryWriting whatever I'm thinking about as poetry, which hopefully explains the stupid title. Keep in mind, all of these will be as trash as the one I made for the cover. Some of these will be really specific. Just ignore that.
