Grassy hills and fireflies alight,
Illuminating the dark of the midnight.
The moon and the stars shining over me,
The wind rushing out, escaping to be free.
Crystal walls, but the garden calls,
Screaming out to me.
Velvet curtains and silk gem dresses,
Along with the boredom of life, and Royal messes.
They call my blood but the wind calls my love.
My royal family treats me below, but the birds treat me above.
This is were I'm free.
No duties, no expectations, no cage.
Just me and the sky, escaping our rage.
The rain pouring over me, what a relief.
It doesn't care about me or my belief.
This is where I belong.
This is actually one of my happier poems, and I'll try to update as often if I can,
~Zøë✨
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
