Poems from cherry14ever
A woman once asked me
What does it mean to be free?
As I pondered this question, I though
Freedom is the ability to be me
Freedom is making...
The water is rising
It drags you down
As you struggle to swim back up
You want to breathe
But your lungs are filled
With a sea of regret...
A woman once asked me
What does it mean to be free?
As I pondered this question, I though
Freedom is the ability to be me
Freedom is making...