"I yearn for something,wanting to feel the freedom I was desperate for.
Yet this desperation is also something I abhor.
The freedom I yearn for and also despise.
Is something unreachable despite my cries.
I am a bright star in the world,something special yet also something many see.
The title that clung to me and I so desperately want to be free.
Every star is supposed to burn.
And I am just waiting for my turn."
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Words of the Wind
PoetryJust a simple person wanting to experience the world in a better way by writing poetry.Warning I am not a poet nor do I excel in English,so please do not be disappointed.Most of it will be angst but it will depend on you on what every poems meaning...
