You always pushed me down
Told me
I belong to the ground
That I need not
Make any sound
I've tasted dust
I've tasted blood
But for what I am now
It was a must
I am now
A paramount
I own the sky
And the ground
Now you stand
Under my feet,
Praising me
For I am now
What you wanted to be
I am now
The ace of spade
I am a star
Who'll never fade
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cacophony: a poetry collection
Poetryhighest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a com...
