Maybe I'm alone.
Alone at home. By myself, I sit.
Watching the birds outside flying free.
Instead, I'm trapped in this cave.
But their brave; Flying high in the sky, while I watch the time go by, and solely die.
Soon I'll be old, looking back.
But I sold my soul.
Of course, it was a trap.
But I was already caged in. Caged by my demons.
Like a rat.
I'm trapped.
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Love
PoetryA bunch of poems about love. Whether its family, friends, BF/GF's, or even self-love, these poems cover it.
