I love music,
I love Art,
I love anythng Inspiring,
Soe called me song bird,
So I joined others like me,
When our head is gone,
Were runing chickens without a head,
Some make it seem like their crazy,
Others just try their best,
For the rest,
In the nest,
It wasn't anyones best,
I guess,
Trying is nothing,
Now singing is hell,
Without a head,
Maybe a chnge of feathers,
Could work,
Start over a new nest,
Yet,
That's like saying
Everyone is just,
PER-FECT!!!!
People say that trying
makes good things happen
WRONG
I've lost me feathers,
And my BEAK!!
Now all I have left
Is the Poems
I
Reap
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Secrets & Whispers
PoetryThese are my deepest thoughts that I have turned into poetry. If you don't like my way of art don't criticizes I don't know you and you don't know me. Yet Maybe this book of Poetry can show you my True colors that I hid.