(A/N: I wanted to share this piece with my DEF poetry club. Do you think it's good enough?)
If I was all that I wanted to be...
Could I really still call that "person" me?
If I was perfect without rejection...
Would I still be gazing at me reflection?
If I was a bird would I still have the urge to fly away?
To take off somewhere to an unknown place
Where nobody would know who I am or was before
And they wouldn't be able to distinguish my face
If I was a boat would I still want to sail the seven seas?
To be afloat in an ocean where my only friends are shadows
Where I can be myself and no one would see it
And seneray; a stray sunset painted with a soft afterlow
If I was all that I wanted I to be...
Could I really still call that "person" me?
If I was percect without rejection...
Would I still be gazing at my reflection?
YOU ARE READING
Book Full of Emotion- My Poetry
PoésiePoetry from ME~ You'll like it, I promise. If you don't... forget I ever said ANY of this. 'kay? I love you~!! *mwah* Thank's for reading... if you do! :)
