To find this world, I've spent an age
But seeing it now, I've lost my rage
And here is the thing I wanna tell you
That this world is free of harsh truths
No one stops you from swimming in cold
No one criticizes you for being too old
And they let you fly where ever you like
They cheer for you where ever you strike
You don't have to cry over losing a friend
To your adventures, there will be no end
You can sneak out of your home at night
You don't have to come back till the light
You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not
For being real, you won't be shot
There are no monsters under beds
There is no hunger nor any blood shed
You don't have to regret your every choice
No one is ignorant of your voice
I promise you won't ever be alone
And that's the place I call my home.
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Poems Diary
PoésiePoetry to me are not sad emotions or happy emotions. They are pictures if moments we have captured in our mind. They are pictures with words.
