I used to point my finger to a certain cloud
Wondering what shape it looks like
I used to choose one between the crowd
That one looked like my dream bike
I used to watch the other kids biking around
And I.. , and I hoping I could try for one round
I used to go say hi
Their reply was always a bye
After that, I go home trying so hard not to cry
Looking into the mirror to see that little teardrop falling from my eye
announcing my defeat
as it fall down ; as I frown
My only escape was to watch the sky
My only escape was to act shy
My only escape was to hide my tears so I don't be found
So I don't be asked about the drops on the ground
My only escape was to buy my own bike
and I did
I used to point my finger to a certain cloud
Wondering what shape it looks like
I used to choose one between the crowd
That one looked like suicide
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Poetic Life
Poesía~My Mind thoughts illustrated poetically. ~This book contains You and Me ~It is based on experiences we pass through. ~Rhymes included ~ Enjoy reading #2 Winner of The Amoré Awards [Poetry] 💜
