I'm sitting here
Sitting in this silent room
Thinking of the ways
The way I can get to you
I'm sitting here
Waiting for impending doom
Of the stupid ways
The ways that I've planned when wanting you
But I don't think
Don't think you'll truly see me
In the way that I
The way that I know that I see you
But I am weak
And I will never truly be
Be able to turn
Turn my fragile mind off you
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Freedom
RandomThis is a collection of some of my poems I have written about what it's like to be free. Whether freedom be death, music, letting go, being crazy, having fun, praising, enjoying nature, floating, crying, or even loving. Just let freedom ring.
