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Flyaway Spark
I don't know who I am anymore.

Poems

cath  May 2015
Flyaway
cath May 2015
She waited long and wide
She waited a long time
someone might see her
But no, no one came
She knew that day, that very day
That there's no prince in shiny armor
That she's no damsel in distress
She knew that day, that very day
That no one's gonna come
That she's the one, who gotta spread
her wings  and flyaway
Save herself, help herself
Flyaway to the sky
Flyaway to her destiny
She's the one, who gotta spread
her wings and flyaway.
A poem written by my bestie Ghaz!
Kealey Bronson  Feb 2021
Fly
Kealey Bronson Feb 2021
Fly
Pick up and take off
Hey little bird flyaway home
Home where you belong
Hey Little bird flyaway free

Pick a place and take it
Hey Little bird flyaway stray
Stray stowaway to somewhere new
Hey Little bird flyaway free

Pick away and take away
Hey Little bird flyaway
Away from yourself
Hey Little bird flyaway
maybella snow Jun 2013
once someone asked me what my favorite flower was                                    
                                                                                                    i told them, "a dandelion"
they looked confused for a moment                                
before i told them why                                                

                                            i like dandelions because
                                   not only are they cute and fluffy           [hehe]

they're also weeds                              
                            found in every day places
nothing special          
but i love them                        

and for me                                                                        
i will always think of them as little wishes                                                
running around crazy in the garden                    
as a child, if you blew it all away in one breath                                                    
then you got a wish                                                                    

                              now every time
i see one of those cute
                                                    fluffy, light
                                                    everyday weeds
                      i smile as i bend down to pluck it gently
                                                trying not to ruffle it too much
                                                                            i draw in a breath
                                                 and watch as the segments go flying
                                                                          dawdling through the air
and i make a wish                                                                      
on that flyaway dandelion
its true, dandelions are my favorite flower or ****...