People see her as nothing but
An old fragile woman
Who has seen better days
But to that woman
Nothing has changed but her age
She still has the same spirit
She's had ever since she was a child
She always aspired to be a dancer
And that is what she made herself
People say her days are over
And she has nothing left
But she has the memories of the success she mad
Before being constructed to s wheelchair
On her death bed
People are sad to see her go
But little do they know
She's happy with the life she lived
It was her own
She was free from the control
And when she left here physically
Her soul still danced as if she were
A child~
{Kye}
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Death Is The New Life
PoezjaOriginal poems put together to make a fabulous collection. Poems about the wrong society does and the tragedy that happens in every day life. After all a lot of walking people are dead inside. Enjoy!
