"Let me fly," I say,
Brown hair tumbling in the wind.
You don't give me the answer I wish for,
But instead,
Grab my wrists and pull me back.
"There is a cliff," you respond.
"You could get hurt."
But maybe I can fly.
I will never know unless I take the chance.
But every time I tell you,
You only pull me back farther,
My wrists now sore from your constant tugging.
You tell me "But there is a chance you may get hurt."
But even if I get hurt,
It is better than the person I love
Having no faith
In my ability to fly.
I could wait to fly
For when you aren't around
But then I couldn't take you with me.
So I listen to your words,
Praying you will change your stubborn mind,
Even though
I know it will never happen.
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Spoken Music
PoesíaI have always had a hard time opening up, with the exception of the words I write. This book of poetry is a good example of that, this is me truly opening up to you people of Wattpad that I will probably never meet in person. Nonetheless, I end up s...
