Setting Free, Fly Away
Linked pinkie fingers, making a promise.
Swearing off the demons, and frights.
Pretending to be perfect, one more time.
Imagining the blur coming to a focus.
We will swear one more time, and hope for a happy ending.
Setting free our memories, sweet as a dove, yet not alright.
Watching them fly away, wistfully hoping for the uncertain.
Wishing in our own wishing well, for broken things.
Linked pinkie fingers, remembering and hoping.
Setting free our memories, watching them fly away.
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365 Days (Poetry)
Poetry365 Days. There are 365 days in a year. That is 364 normal days, and the lucky 1 day, that is astounding. These are poems of MY 365 days, my life. However, this will not be 365 poems, because wattpad doesn't allow that... it will be 36 poems, and o...
