I try to fly,
Like a free little bird in the sky.
But you won't let me go very high.
To you, that freedom is earned.
I'd have to work years for all that I yearned.
I tried, and I made it, so close to the top.
But with small mistakes made, I started to drop.
I could no longer fly,
At least with you around.
I guess I'll just have to get rid of the one,
Who brought me to the ground.
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Meraki ◇ Poetry
PoetryMeraki is, as said on the cover, "to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work." ------------------------ This will be a book of amateur poems I write. I'm not very good at poems, but it's something I li...
