Even when the road was blocked I still wandered,
I still walked around.
Even when there was no sound ,
I still strained to hear the birds,
Even though they had no words.
I still wondered what they sang about.
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PoetryAre you tired of the sad emo girl poems? well look no further! I am not quite Sylvia Plath. I try (pretentiously pretend) to be. I studied english literature and language at A level ( still can't even spell correctly). I love Keats Im just being e...
