I could never deny
That i wish to grow wings
And fly
Instead of
Being in this
Trapped loft
Of mist
Called a plane
I've come to the point
Where the aerospace
Is above my head
I wish I could
Take you into my arms, just
Like how a cashmere blanket must
Caress skin as it should
And glide over passersby donning bowties
And hold you when you cry
In the starry sky
While I whisper to you
"I am here."
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Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
