Antidote

32 | a friend's shattered dream

It is I who wishes to fly
It is I who wishes to soar high
to reach the pinnacle of my dreams
and not to fall apart at the seams.

It is I who loves both paper and pen
I think about this every now and then
to write is my passion
to make you proud is my mission.

Nevertheless,
'twas something you failed to notice
as I am breaking down,
a hurtful frown formed on your face
while I plastered a sad grimace
no more flying,
no more dreaming,
no more chances,
no more wings
Little did I know, bit by bit
you were cutting them down.

This is especially written for ClaraLavenderYoung, stay strong baby girl ^^

P.S. Just imagine a little girl in the media.