Birds
Here's another shitty poem,
about wanting to be a bird,
about wanting to be free
and the longing to relieve
of all the fucking stress
that we all have to deal with.
I want to fly the fuck away,
from this writers block
from this responsibility
from this boy
from this house
from this state
from this fucking rock between my lungs,
but I'm not a fucking bird.
So, all I can do
is be caged
and write more shitty poems
about wanting to be
a stupid bird
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Lilyk8
18, Aquarius, back and fourth between Texas and New York. I needed somewhere to post my poems encase my computer crashed but feel free to browse, read and share opinions!
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