Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I waited for you by the swing The oldest among the young And I think I am ashamed of my youth My feet covered the clouds All the way up, eyes closed wrangling hands This is what freedom means Being mortified Chasing it nonetheless Shutting out the world Pinpointing it to my feet
0
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
Swing
I waited for you by the swing The oldest among the young And I think I am ashamed of my youth My feet covered the clouds All the way up, eyes closed wrangling hands This is what freedom means Being mortified Chasing it nonetheless Shutting out the world Pinpointing it to my feet
Written by
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem