I hate flying kites.
It reminds me of letting you go,
setting you free
For the sake of your freedom.
You told me you'll hold on,
As long as I hold on.
And I did.
The wind blew and I pulled hard as I could,
Saving the thread that connects me and you.
But then I saw you, with another kite, happily getting away.
And I, down here, was left swept away with my heart torn,
Into pieces, like a kite that flew in a storm.
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Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
