I'm a bird to fly away
on a flight high, where
my belly will not murmur
to hate blatantly painted
across my eyes.I feel tired,
useless in this fight.
My words want to rush
out along my tongue.A fire burns at my throat,
the taste so bitter I'd save
you having to swallow it.I'd give anything to be a bird
to fend off what lays on me so
heavily, flying off somewhere in
the world.I could sit on a balcony
in Rome to see Italian
slow walk of life, yet
happy each and every day
about what they have.Doesn't matter if they're
a little poor on the south side,
if you're happy and you're healthy
that is all that matters in the world.I'd pick Paris next, seeing love
make it great. The lights reflected
On the cobble stones, hearing music
to bring the cities people to unite.We've forgotten that...
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Sad Girl
PoesíaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...