i like to think
i can stand on the
edge of a railing,
thousands of feet
above, and look down
without a skip in my heart;
just the breathless feeling
of knowing that
this is the closest i can get
to flying without wings.
alas,
i am always overcome with fear
and i stay on the ground
looking up at the sky instead.
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Miscontrued Sentences
PoetryNo one can understand yourself better than you. But we can all relate to the feelings that are often miscontrued by media, language, and everything in between. This is my ode to poetry, to the sad, the lonely, to everyone, and to myself.
