I want to run wild,
I want to run free.
I want to be with the horses,
I want them to be with me.
The dirt between my toes,
The wind in my hair.
The adrenaline in my veins,
Pushing me to run who-knows-where.
A wild horse runs free
And he goes where his heart guides him,
He stops when he wants to,
And listens to what his senses tell him.
A wild horse shouldn't be tamed,
She has no master.
She is strong and fast,
And leaves all pain past her.
I want to run with the horses,
Where we can all be free.
I am one of the wild horses
And they are with me.
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When Happy People Cry
PoezieA collection of mostly melancholy (and at times excessively weird) poems.. and by the way, although the poems are mine, the cover art isn't and I just thought I'd say so.
