Of What Could Never Be
No.
Refusing to admit it
even to myself.
It'll never last
we'll be done and he'll be off
his wings outstretched.
I know he'll soar
far higher then I'd dare
all he has to do is
fly and he'll be
Free . . .
If I admited it
how could I ever let him go?
I'd drag him down with my leaden soul.
He deserves so much better than
Me . . .
So no,
I can't,
I won't,
I'll try to be as strong as he
and watch him as
he flies
while I quietly
Dream . . .
Of what could never be . . .
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Katherine Sheamansmith
I love to read and write as hobbies. I am currently writing a novel, but poetry is what I like to write more. I have an account on quotev as well, under a pseudonym where the poem "Lover of the Bees" is also posted, along with the novel I am working on. Other than writing I love music and hiking, the beach, among many other things. I find that these things can often be inspirational for me because of the serenity I can find there. Basically I am a loud mouthed Drama kid who like to put her swirling thoughts to paper in spare time. Eventually I will make a better bio, but until then, here it is. I hope you enjoy my work, and please leave comments, there is always room for improvement.
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