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Aug 2013
They used to say
That my head was in the clouds
And that one day
I'll float too far away
To be found again.

So they praised the boy
Who came along and
Became the anchor attached
To me by the ankles,
The boy that kept my head out of the clouds
And my feet on the ground.

But didn't they realize that the boy
That kept me grounded wasn't
Actually an anchor to a heart too light
To stay on the ground?
Didn't they realize that he was a rock and I
Was a paper airplane and
All I ever wanted was to fly?
Kay Reed
Written by
Kay Reed  F/ohio
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