I am a bird soaring high and free
I can face the wind or let it carry me
And if I ever need a break
I'll soar down and relax in a tree
I am a bird, but what kind you may ask?
Well I think I'm a bird with a bright beautiful mask
A magnificent bird of prey
And every bird has a task
Mine is to soar high and free
To be filled with glee
Everyone knows my wings will carry me far
And I will go farther than that because that's just me
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid words become Deafening Thoughts
PoetryThese are poems that I've written about things that I would never say out loud. Some are random works that I was bored when they were written, but some happened after somethings bad happened and I felt hurt.
