She looks outside the barred window
and starts to cry
She wants out
But she's trapped
In a room with no exit
No chance to escape
All she wants is to be free,
See the outside,
Feel the wind blow against her hair
But no
She's trapped
Forced to look out
At what she wants the most
Freedom
4 comments:
im so glad, but i must disagree with socrates *gasp* what i write is more for me than anyone else
Of coarse it is. I have seen no love poems in your blog Brookey. But we may all find our own meaning in your lines.
were u looking for a love poem? lol
cuz i dont write crap full of lies like that
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