The book will close and so will your will to rise
You'll cry and not know why
The ocean will hug you and you won't fight back
There's something beautiful about this light
The way you spread your wings out in flight
Preparing to be free from the fight
But darling he doesn't want you to fly
He'd rather be lost in the dark of the night
Then see you go through blurry eyes
Yet you don't realize this storm will end
This hurricane you leave behide
Leaves us shattered inside
There's something beautiful about this light
The way you spread your wings out in flight
Preparing to be free from this fight
He's broken and cold
He's waiting for you to come home
Still all you do is run
Run from his love,
Run from something Beautiful
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poetry"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
