When I was younger I wanted to fly.
I wanted to be happy, I didn't want to cry.
I cried from my soul, Not just from my eyes,
I would laugh and I would laugh, I only felt half alive.
When I was younger. I wanted to breathe,
I tried to smile but the air was suffocating.
I wanted to leave but where could I go, when my heart was exploding
I was all alone.
When I was younger I wanted to escape;
I didn't know how much more I could possibly tolerate.
They'd say that I'm young. that I should go out and play,
Play was overrated. I wanted to fly away.
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Dear Love
PoetryDear love, The light is dim, •∆•∆• ☀️ •∆•∆•∆ In this empty heart of mine. In you, I was searching in me something I couldn't find...🦋
