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

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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.