When I was young girl,
Playing on the playground,
I always loved the swings,
To fly and fall and fly and fall
And fly and fall again
Because what could more fun?
One moment you're so high,
But then you plummet,
And just a second later,
You're at the bottom,
Staring up at the sky,
Where you were once a free bird.
Now I still fly and fall,
But I'm not on a playground,
And I can't see the swing set...
One moment I'm flying
So high and so fast
It's scary, terrifying,
But I suppose it's nicer
Than when I spiral down,
Shooting towards the rocks,
Suddenly at the bottom,
Wondering how I ever flew...
These swings are no fun,
But I still ride them,
Hoping I can fly a second longer,
Even though I never can,
But I hope every time,
Just before I fall to the ground...
Fly and fall
Fly and fall
Fly...
And fall...
Falling, falling, falling...
Waiting until I fly
Just one more time...
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Random Thoughts
شِعرThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
