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Poetry

~technically, every day is leg day when you're running away from your problems~ ((alternatively titled: please enjoy my laughable poetry.))

Feel

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by theplanetneedsme

by theplanetneedsme

One day, I hope to feel.

With starlight, reforge my nerves of steel.

Feel pride and invincibility settle in with a smirk,

Feel the satisfaction at the end of hard work.

I want power to surge inside my dry, shriveled veins,

To release great beasts and fight for fair dames.

I want glory, I want honor, I want to see the world,

To watch rightful, brazen banners unfurled.

I want horrible, terrifying revolution,

To bring forth, by my command, the end of execution.

I want love, pure and worth fighting for,

Somebody to hold and blindly adore.

The simple complication of true friendship,

The shock and horror when the universe is flipped.

I want to feel important,

I want the adrenaline of battle,

I want the back of a mighty creature as my saddle.

I need validation,

I long for a spark to fuel determination.

And here at home, I am driven to insanity,

By the reality that those feelings are fantasy.