Sitting in an empty lot
What's inside me hurts a lot
The sky is cloudy up above
I thought that plastic bag was a dove
Nothing that we can see
Is one hundred percent free
If I had wings i'd fly away
To find a different way
To see the cars in this empty lot
But see the cars I will not
Their people left long ago
To a place I dare not go
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L.K. Poems
ПоезіяSimple poems written by a beginner poet and writer. If you read these please tell me what you think and how I can improve my work. Thank you !
