poem

  • Change

        You tell me she has changed; maybe she has.
        Not because she wanted to, but because life forced her to.
        Trust me: she misses being the carefree and wild girl; she once was.
        Unfortunately, that girl is long gone without any trace of ever coming back.
        The memory […]

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  • To be free is just what I want

    Free like the wind caressing the air on a windy day
    Free like the birds flying high above the sky
    Free like a leaf floating down the river
    To be free is just what I want…
    But somehow it feels so out of reach
    Retain by fear, judgment, and self-doubt
    Like being locked up in a prison where no bars are […]

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  • Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

    Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, the fast ticking sound of the clock gradually invades my mind as each second pass by.
    Patiently I sit in front and watch the hands of the clock go from one number to the other.
    It wouldn’t stop telling time, doesn’t matter how much I want it to stop.
    Instead, the hands of the clock […]

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