I know your minds are set,
you wish me nothing but success.
But how am I to own it
when I stay protected inside your nest?
If only for once you would listen
to what my sincere heart's saying:
Please, let me first spread my wings
to chase those stars I call dreams.
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Spilled Ink
PoetryA piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
