I am
a parachute. I am always
someone else's safety net, Someone
else's escape from danger. I am always used by
people, And thrown away, never to be seen again.
I am a parachute. I am never allowed to breathe for myself, Without someone
to work me,
am I real,
or am I
a sha dow
Of who I
want to Be,
but know
I never will?
-Parachute.
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoesieThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
