Towards a turbulent sky,
My wings flapped wildly.
I saw my impending doom,
But security was such a bore.
I reprimanded myself, but to no avail.
The mellow sounds were a thing of the past.
The razor's edge glinted wickedly.
I succumbed to my sin...unabashedly.
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Deliriously Yours
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that are concise and honest in their approach. They don't preach, they simply are. Within he poems there is a thread of naivety that tugs at you, whilst at the same time there is a sense of worldliness and depth that ba...
