I want to fly so high,
Up where I can reach the sky,
Where I can touch the stars.
And I want to go to mars.
And just poke the cloud,
Be somewhere with just no sound.
I want to paint my little world,
And be near the clouds where I can curl.
I want to go up, then I won't have any fear,
And so, I won't shed a tear.
I want to be so small,
No, no I don't want to be tall.
Just sit on those flowers
And fly so high to the top of a tower.
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Jar of poems✔
PoetryThis is my jar of poems. I wrote them when I was thirteen or fourteen years old. It isn't that great but I decided to put it here anyway!
