Always knew,
If there is a will,
There is a way.
Always had the will,
But never found the way.
Life is like a candle,
Will light up,
If you want to.
Will blow away,
If you want to.
Seeing the sky,
Seeing the clouds.
Had the desire to fly,
There wasn't a hand to help my.
Did I fly alone?
Or was it with me?
What it was,
No one knows;
Except for thee.
For it was the desire,
The will,
The ambition,
That made me, ME!
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Poetry" ...Poets like me run away to their poems when they need an escape. We suck the emotions out of hearts and lay them down in the form of words. " A collection of poems I've written... Gathering all the poems from other books here too. ( Will remain...
