It is a wonder;
A diamond within graphite.
It is strong,
Like a builder in sunlight.
Each day— each phase
Affects, in hindsight,
The turns it takes,
The worthiness in your eyes.
It is a gift
And also a curse;
For crushing the soul, is
But a meager feat.
Bound by it,
Or bound to me?
The difference is too
Rare to see.
It.
It is my one true dream.
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Fly Away
PoetryThese are just some poems that I wrote mostly at midnight. Why midnight? I don't know. Most of them are pretty random topics so if you don't like one just move to the next because it will most probably be on a different topic or have a different sty...
