For untrue accusations
I was thrown to the poisoned lilies
As a traitor to the nations
To be surrounded by beauty
That reigns untouchable
Is a torturer’s ingenuity
To touch is to grasp death
And no matter how I yearn
I would take my last breath
To die is to never fly
And I am so much like a bird
That to not fly is to forever cry
And to take one not made to fight
To clip their wings and leave
Is to kill one born for flight
Pretty lilies I can only see
For which I eternally weep
Left to live a life of misery
Misery I hold close in my heart
An action done without reason
But I can’t end what I did not start
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My Thoughts
PoetryHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
