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With every move of my mop I am dying. People are stepping on me as they step on the garbage lying on the floor.
if i can write
and if i can read
if i can dream
as i breathe
maybe someday
but not this day
will the tide change
for you and me
I don't have wings
But I wanna know the feeling when a bird flies.
On the first day of spring ,
I wanna free myself from all the ties.
Migrating from one place to another,
The places I have been having my worn out feather.
My destination is nowhere ,
I just want to explore.
Why be knowing anyone ,
When I can know myself little more.
Thinking about bad weather can stop me from flying ,
I'll trust my feather and I won't stop trying.
One day I will fall and I want to fall like a feather.
Not too early ,
Swinging in the mid air with feathers altogether.
Feather - A poem for a dreamer .
Imagination don't have any flaws.
They say
parents are there for you
where were they
when I needed them
I was hurting
I was screaming for help
They didn't hear
I have become numb
To the pain
I have given up
You were the tension they called time
I the fool they named love
I think I keep checking up on people because I subconsciously wish they'd do the same.
So you took a bite out of your own gun
Spit out the bullet and broke your teeth trying to chew the metal
You bared your teeth; twisted and shattered
But the threat was clear and your smile was sharp
Even if your canines weren't

And I know what you were trying to say
I felt your breath on my ear
And I heard you clearly when you promised me a taste
And I wondered if you were gonna break your teeth on me next
I wondered if you really were as terrible as you wanted me to believe
Or if you were just hiding
Another from my notebook. Cannot for the life of me remember the context.
The one you didn’t get
But I know you always wanted
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