In many a quivering hour lay
the broad expanse of yesterday
what shall come and free her mind?
for time, is fleeting still...
Heart like a bird but mind like a stone
like a pet rock that grew up all alone
used to being taken but never to give
all of the other pets she did outlive
Now she travels the roads that she drives upon
that all look like sentences that just run-on
so many words to say so little
false sooth-saying that builds houses so brittle
What is a bird to do except fly?
when given wings one never asks why
the sky is where she wants to be
yet the weight of living seems to disagree
Author notes
um i just tried to have fun with this one, and personaly, i'm pleased
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- My beginning...the rest is you. by SummerlandRayne.
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Comments
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i like this there is good metaphor in it i enjoyed the read take care
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Great write! I love it. You have a right to be pleased. You did an excellent job with this.
"What is a bird to do except fly?
when given wings one never asks why
the sky is where she wants to be
yet the weight of living seems to disagree"
I can really relate to this part. I would love to fly, but the weight of the schoolwork and everything is holding me down.
Keep writing.
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ooh I love this! you should definitley be pleased with this piece. its lighthearted, while mine was a little darker. i love the different views too!
♥ Kathraina
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I LOVE IT!!! It says so much how I feel right now...great job. Thank you so much for writing for this. Your words ring so true with my heart.
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