When they all went,
I was left behind,
a single life within a world of reality.
They never did
notice that it
was I
who was missing.
So it came to pass.
With a broken wing,
I couldn't mount the sky,
with them,
and I know I will never forget
that I was looking
down,
when they all went
up.
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PoesíaHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
