In a way, we are like buildings.
We get built, brought up.
We have a foundation, and a structure,
we can be tall, short, different colors.
And then one day, we fall down.
We're either torn down, or torn down naturally.
Either way, we still made it far, into the sky,
where we lived and loved and learned.
//d.f.
[a.n. k sorry im not really happy with this one but here you go :) ]
YOU ARE READING
Voices
PoetryVoices in my head, that need to be heard. Voices in my head, roam free, like a bird. *Book of poems written by myself.*
