the wind is my home
the sky is my comfort
i can see myself in these clouds
do you wish to know your future?
the flowers bloom into
empty, peaceful song
when can i see these dreams again?
when will they consume my reality?
my wings are sleeping eternally
perfectly in lost space
i'm not ahsamed anymore
i want to feel the light that doesn't hurt me
opening to lost secrets,
the colors will reveal themselves
i want to accept those changing times
that everyone will regret
as the power of my soul tears me to pieces,
i'll never cry the tears of perfection
to be flawless is grasping all bland, tasteless things
i'll never reach a goal like that with the tainted blood of life
i'm torn apart and glad to be broken
my home lies within the wind. you'll find my comfort
in the sky...
Please tell me what you think
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beautifly written
That was beautifly wriiten and well worded i like the third paragraph because i know so many people who can relate to that but to me i lead them i cause so much pain and hurt in my life but i wanted to break free from my chains that was a beautiful poem and i think that the way you wrote was better than great thank you for sharing that
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Trailer House
you live in a trailer house, don't you? -
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umm, no. i live in a house. why do you think i live in a trailer? what does that have to do with the poem??
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