Oh curious, curious stranger,
won't you let me be?
I've lived, and I've loved, and I've lost,
but I will never be free.
Like a sweet little apple tree
in the rolling hills,
or a chirping bluebird
who can't stay still,
I've found peace in nature
and comfort when ill.
The world hums
and the wind blows.
It comes. It comes,
and it goes.
But through it all,
it goes to show
how special it is to me.
Oh curious, curious stranger,
won't you let me be?
I've lived, and I've loved, and I've lost,
but I will never be free.
So I make my home in the treetops,
breathe in the autumn air,
and dream of my new life
as a breeze sweeps through my hair.
I could settle down
or continue to roam.
Get a life
or sing some more.
Fall in love
and feel right at home.
So many choices for me.
O lovely, lovely sun,
won't you come to me?
I feel so old and so gosh-darn cold,
but I'm stubborn as can be.
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Written In Verse
Poetry🍪💛Honey and Coco💛🍪: we are doing this thing where we each write a poem and send it to eachother every day.This will help us keep in contact with each other, share our opinions, and gain writing skills :) We decided to document them in this "stor...
