If only I was independent,
Then elsewhere, my time is spent.
Because I would be different
Then loving you I really can't.
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If only I can be far away,
For home is not as good as yesterday.
I can't find any reasons to stay,
Only if someone else would make me sway.
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After I run away, I'll be with someone new,
Who would love me like I do
With a love so pure and true
But now I'm still stuck to you like glue.
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If only fairytales were real
And joy is something I can finally feel.
I'm the treasure the prince is willing to steal,
My happy ever after, what a thrill!
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Jan. 18 2015
YOU ARE READING
R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoetryI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
