there's something burning
underneath my skin
a fire within me,
but I let it singe.
it's the same burning I feel
within me
after I binge.
it makes me feel free,
light, happy.
I'm a weightless feather
carried by the wind
only holding onto
whatever is left within.
and with my delicate heart
I shall depart
on the ballad of my wings.
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Wanderers
Poésie" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
