i wrote a poem ,which nobody read,
not coz they didn't care but coz they wouldn't see her ,
i wrote a poem , which made cry,
not coz it was bad ,but i realized how much pain she was in ,
i wrote a poem not about love and peace,
coz for her they didn't exist ,
but of her thoughts ,coz she constantly ran through my mind,
and i wrote a poem a poem of how she lived,
her failed dreams ,her silent hopes, her greatest fears,
oh that girl in the poem i wrote,
with her fading spirit holding a string not to fall,
i wrote a poem ,that i read all the time
trying to forget or understand who she was,
i wrote a poem, on a rooftop dangling my feet,
coz the breeze cooled her down,
and the height made her feel like the star she could never be ,
i wrote a poem, and she said she was tired of walking and she wanted to fly,
and so i folded the poem i wrote a poem about her and left it behind,
and became a bird just like she wanted to be,
and as she flew she held on to the stars and lay on the wind that listened to her pleas
i wish they knew about her, i wish they could see her,
maybe then they would have given her wings to fly .
