It caught me again,
the false hope
to be loved,
to be heard
and to be free.
I'm jealous
and scared,
holding on,
so unprepared
and hoping,
dreaming,
that one day.
I'll find it.
The song
I've never heard.
The song I can listen to
for eternity,
so I can fall asleep
and feel safe,
knowing that
theres a song
meant for me,
a special melody
so I'll be okay when I cry,
I'll be happy deep inside,
I'll see the beauty of my world
and I'll close my eyes,
spread my wings, and fly.
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Favorite Wings
PoesieThis is an actual outlet for how I feel. It's mostly sad, because I find it very hard to write a happy poem. I find beauty in sad things.