I am a kite with no strings
Let loose in a thunderstorm-
scared.
I am a child's first toys
Locked away in a cupboard-
forgotten.
I am a scar
On something more beautiful than I am-
a shame.
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Truly,
PoesiaThis, in case you were wondering, is a collection and record of the spontaneous poems and written pieces I write, for me. I use writing to channel a large part of my emotions, and the pieces you may read are a consequence of this. The reason I share...
19.10.18
I am a kite with no strings
Let loose in a thunderstorm-
scared.
I am a child's first toys
Locked away in a cupboard-
forgotten.
I am a scar
On something more beautiful than I am-
a shame.
