I care, so much, I'll help you fly!
☁︎
Getting pulled down,
our bulled hearts need to be fulled,
breaking in to parts as society throws darts,
it brings unwanted anxiety,
our pieces are stuck in the sea,
all we ever wanted was to be free.
Holding us with an anchor,
rancour holding us in,
making us stay.
All we ever wanted was to be free,
we never wanted to be a nobody,
however there's always a way to be somebody,
sometimes you cannot stay,
it's time to let go,
you're free of the sea--
finally,
it's time to fly up high,
dry of tears,
because those are the seas.
☁︎
I know this one isn't very good, that's why it took me like two minutes, I'm not lying.
I'd like to dedicate this one to DamnDakota, it's bad, sure but that's not what matters.
The meaning of the poem matters.
I'm sorry.
Good luck.
Picture is mine.
Farewell.
