There's a void in my heart
A pit in my stomach
The feeling of repetitive despair follows me in everything I do
I crave for something new
An exhilarating adventure
that will send my sluggish heart palpitating
I want to live in the stories that I fantasize of
In a world of fairy tales, ferocious beasts and audacious heroes
But most of all, I yearn for freedom
To feel the wind rush past me and escape back into the dazzling sky.
To parade across fields of daisies and lay in the evening sun
Unfortunately, in the end, I can only daydream
and stare star-crossed at my childish visions.
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
