Stars are bight
Unlike me which I am not so bright
Up in the sky is where I would like to be
But what do I have condoned to be with the stars
Free as a bird in a birdcage locked up tight never to be freed
My wings yearn to stretch from my body
To walk on green grass would be a dream to imagen
Instead, as I set my feet on dead soil shivers run down my spine
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PoetryHello and welcome to my poetry book~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Most of these poems are very short. Some will be sad, angsty, happy, romantic, and much more~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please do enjoy my poetry, so sit back, relax, and have a nice cup...
