What you don’t want me to have.

by Poppy   Jan 17, 2005


I want to feel free,
I want to know that I am me,
I want to fly high above the clouds,
I want to see through what shrouds.

I want to feel the rain on skin,
Feel the heat of the sun,
I want to see a smile on my face,
I want to leave this world with grace,

All the things I want and need,
Are all the things that you decreed,
That I shall never have,
And like an eagle you swoop down,
And take what I have left.

I want to spread my wings and fly away,
I want to here the bird’s sing,
I want to leave this place,
I want to run a different face.

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