Aug 2018
Free to fly,
But on a string,
Like a bird,
With a broken wing.
Decorated with bows,
Hiding the pain,
Wishing that this life,
Was just a game.
Being dragged around,
Everywhere you go,
"Where to next?"
I don't know.
But on a string,
Like a bird,
With a broken wing.
Decorated with bows,
Hiding the pain,
Wishing that this life,
Was just a game.
Being dragged around,
Everywhere you go,
"Where to next?"
I don't know.
I was gone for a while, I stopped writing poetry for two weeks to gather my thoughts. So here I am, I'm back.
