6. She's Lovely
I guess you could say it's forbidden
Many a tyrant do condemn us
But I can't help but climb away up the balcony
Into the east, and reach for that sun
He that beckons on the ground is less familiar now
Than that which awaits, softly aglow
Like a single sleepy star
Oh how the sirens do sigh
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PoetryPoems about growing up, flaws, facing yourself, family, sexuality, and other important aspects of life.
