Only a part of me wants to stay locked up in my own room,
with my own song,
and my own feelings,
but another part of me wants to run wild and crazily,
it wants to jump, fly, do a plie and a revele.
It wants to find new things,
discover new people,
talk to strangers,
break the rules,
and be known as the queen.
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
