By the swamp,
Under a tree,
There sat Brother,
And there sat me.
He told me things
In my mind I could see
I told my lies
And He listened to me
I told of the people,
The people with wings.
They all could fly
And share wonderful things.
The people with wings,
Never have to walk.
They have no troubles,
And go where they want.
The people with wings
They were like birds
When ever they talked,
They were singing nice words.
The people with wings
They all played fun games
They played with the animals
And all of them were tamed.
They played with the bunnies
They buzzed with the bees
They flew over mountains
They were always happy.
I was talking with brother,
And Brother told me,
The people with wings,
Are like angels, you see?
Maybe Someday,
I'll have wings to.
I want to fly,
with Brother too.
And If we're good,
The world will see,
Someday in the Sky,
Will be Brother and me.
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Wrote this for a project we are doing in school. Also has signifigant meaning to me... I wish I had a big brother, like the child telling this poem... Well, I'll be grateful that I have woderful brothers, and friends here on gaia. They help fill in the emptyness in my heart. They keep me company. They help me feel that I am just as important as everyone else. <3
Love goues out to
-My best friend ever irl Circus Of Delirium
-All my other Kick Ace friends
-My Gaian Brother(s)
-My gain friends
-My Gaian husband XDD (tho he isn't here at the moment...)
-And the boy from school who captured my heart but has yet to find out.. ^^;;
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Poetry is the life for me, for lifes i have no other. I write about darkness, broken hearts, and hate,'cause Shadows is my name; title; my cover.
If you read my poetry, and like the depressive tone,comment me and tell me in a way thats all your own.
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