Watching and learning,
but we're always yearning.
For more fun,
for less pain.
Shouldn't we be ashamed?
At how we always place the blame.
On someone, other than us,
it always creates such a big fuss.
So try do we try?
To be able to fly?
When all we really do is crash,
and fall.
What a sad way,
of being able to say,
Goodbye.
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PoetryMy second book of poems, love these poems a lot, I love all of my poems for that matter.
