You, my friend, and I,
Together can reach the sky.
With my wing with yours
And your hand warming mine.
When a strong hurricane comes by
The one that can make you cry
I'll be ready
For you, I'll block it as a remedy
And when your wings were about to flock, I'll give mine.
Seeing you smile is more than a reward freezing time.
So are you ready to take a flight?
Were there were no other passengers just you and I.
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This is my first poem ever! I wrote in when I was 12. I don't know but, does it suck that bad? Hope not. Haha.
~Wendy
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Hurled Thoughts
PoetryWe hurl thoughts like we breathe every gust of wind... To the words never spoken. To the thoughts I have forgotten.
