Creativity;
Meny people have it but meny have it took it away
When they couldn't play the game
So they are desperate to find the happiness
That they had as a child
And hadn't had for a while
A boy walks down the icy path
Of the broken dreams he once had
A girl is sorounded by books
That she had never took
They all just want wings
And fly away
To find the happiness
That they hadn't had for a while
That they had as a child
On a cold day
They had meet
But no one would ever think
That they would fall in love
But the elders pull
The two apart
And take their hearts
For they will never find the happiness
That they had as a child
And will never find again
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My Poem Collection
PoesíaI have a hobby of writing poems, so here are all of them, and will be updated every time I write a new one. :) WARNING: some of these poems are dark so if you don't like that kind of stuff, don't read.
