I think she wishes she could be
Alone
I think she wishes she could
Fly
Or soar Or dance Or twirl Or smile
But the sky limits her
Her imagination restrains
Her heart constrains
She needs to be
Set
Free
YOU ARE READING
Bloom.
PoetryA collection of poems and prose from a range of topics. Enjoy! COVER BY: @soundthealarm graphics! Go check them out!
