They say we all have a right to fly
Up and up, to touch the sky
But what does it mean to fly?
Falling, jumping, swigging all can be flying
So what does it mean to soar?
What do I have to do to feel the wind underneath me
The clouds in my finger tips
Is flying determined by the heights you reach?
Or the time you go without touching the ground
If everyone can fly why are there those that are afraid of heights
Are they simply unable? Or are they unwilling?
Either way the highest she has ever been is the skyride
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Her Rainy Day Poems
PoesíaJust a bunch of poems I wrote, some sad, some happy some short and some long. Life can be depressing sometimes so why not write that shit out. *Ongoing*
