I wish for wings
I wish to sore
I wish for freedom
I wish for more
I wish for sunrise
I pray for sunset
I pity the poor soul who lost its bet
I dream of dancing, writing, and singing.
I imagine different destiny's
Other times and places
If different decisions were made...where in this earth could my soul have been layed.
If I were not me
Who could I be
What ideals and what principles would I hold
What faith would I hold
Would I be more bold
Would I even exist or would I be cast down to the pit
Along with all the others whose destiny's
Just didn't fit?
YOU ARE READING
Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
