I watch you from a branch
The branch of a tree
While you live your life
Not noticing me
I fly overhead
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will know
From your saddest moment
To your brightest day
I watch it all
But to me, it's just grey
You're a lucky man
To live a life
With the true vision
Even through all the strife
The sun starts to set
And we stare at it
As if it was, on the radio
The latest hit
You lie in your bed
But I peek through the window
Into the room
With a haunted glow
A car arrives
Darker than the rest
Some men get out
And go inside
They haul in a box
In which they put you
I await a response
But there's none from you
They take you away
And I'm all alone
But now, I suppose
I am all grown
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Poetry (The beginning)
PoesíaHey, I've been working on some poetry for a couple months now, and I recently decided to post it on Wattpad, so here it is... But first, some things of importance: 1. Everything in the book is mine, I did not steal anything, and if anyone helps me o...
