Sea Bird
I've been dying But living all of the time
Writing poems,
That were written from you
They are memories,
Precious moments,
That were instantly gone
By a storm such as you
Just a block away from home,
I am on the road,
There are no lights,
Just a twinkling glow
As if it knows where I'm traveling to,
When I am alone
And haunted most
Through the silence your ghost arrives
Grabbing me, pulling me away
Through the dark which I fear
But this time,
I am not alone
Beside me are your broken bones
That I once so adored
Now you have taken me
I have grown helpless
Not even trying to break free
For you are the only one
Who needs my heart
To survive in this world
You are going through
This Poems Story
I have been writing since I was very young, and I will never stop. In my opinion, it is the best feeling in the world, letting words flow from your heart and out of your mouth to make a statement about yourself, that expresses the feelings of others, too.
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