Some days I'll just sit and wait,
but I know I couldn't save myself,
I wasn't no saint,
you can't be the judge of my safest place.
If you couldn't find me,
I was only a lost line,
no one could ever remember,
but I knew all poems have the right signs.
we all kept writing while our pages flipped through the wind,
we were alone lost in our own world,
everyone outside thought we were crazy.
With our pens we all wrote harder,
each time we came back,
our passion was to express the mind and soul.
Nothing can be lost from us.
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Reasons To Fly
PuisiI always had a reason to fly with the wind, these poems I write flow through me as I touch the clouds. Come with me and listen to my words in the sky, we all can share our poetry with your brightest heart and darkest thoughts. This is a collection o...
