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stillhuman Dec 2020
An empty crown
Stands on my head

And a young girl
With big dreams
And cocky smile
Looks up at me

yet my crown is cracking
hollow as my mind
as i whisper

"Im sorry I couldn't make it"
The use, or lack thereof, of capital letters is an artistic choice. After all poetry is as sensible and malleable as clay.
Jessie A Mar 2017
I once could fly
Higher than my image of the sky
I thought of life as a fairytale
But once was a fairytale, became a hell
I thought that I could be anything that I wanted
But  now, it leaves me haunted
The world wasn't how I thought it would be
But now, my experienced eyes see
Life were if it were my castle, and I were the princess
But now, that life is useless
Now things are far more different
Now you need everyone's endorsement
As a child things were never perfect
But back then I just lived in the moment
I used to dream higher than the sky
But now, I must say goodbye
Because the thought of my childish endeavors
May haunt me forever

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