Beaten by the world,
Behind those iron walls you've curled,
Made sure to never show,
But hun you still have that glow,
Shining strong,
Within your heart of gold.
Falling down is not the end,
Do not be afraid to accept a helping hand,
As long as you stand again,
A victory has been obtained.
One day the time will come,
Where your heart free will become,
Free of those iron walls,
You'll go wherever the wind calls.
YOU ARE READING
Poems or something
PoetryDonno exactly what i will do with this book Maybe i will put things in here that i like or things that sometimes cross my brain. Or just things i want to vent about and donno how to say them. Anyway there will some happy and some sad things so take...
