Let It All Out

This Time

Oh, dear, dear,
Why cut off my wings?
You gave them to me
Just like many other things,

But why choose this moment,
When this is my time to grow,
I'll fail under your torment,
As you think you always know,

And now I tell you,
This time you missed the hint,
I'll break my shackles and spread my wings without a splint.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
But you've done this to me once, twice, thrice,
This time,
I won't play off so nice.

So put on your armor
And sharpen your blades,
So will I,
Far away from my empty cage.

Meet me in the battlefield
For everyone to see
How the love I once used to yield had slighted me.

Go on, go on,
Yell out your battle cry,
Because this time,
Your victory won't be nearby.

N.P.R.

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Hallou reader!
The third poem will be coming out today no later than 5:15 pm!
Any ideas or suggestions, please comment down below, it'd be greatly appreciated :).
With love and care,

✏N.P. Reyes✏

Posted on 3/9/17.

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