I envy the pigeons.
Not because they're birds who have freedom,
But because they know their way home.
I envy the stars.
Not because they make the galaxy alight.
But because they shine even if they're dead for long.
I envy you.
Not because I want everything you have.
But because you are capable of love, and I know I am not.
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Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
