I cry and cry,
A tsunami's begun.
I drown in my tears.
A complete no-one.
Scars cover me
Both Inside and out.
And I can conclude,
That's not what life is about.
I want to grow wings
And fly from a mountain.
So far, far away
And be free like a fountain.
Instead I sit sadly.
Alone in the dark.
My life is so ruined.
I want to re-start.
A poem I wrote... I'm really not much of a poet. It gets really basic and plain towards the end but yeah :)
I also know that mountain and fountain is the moist obvious rhyme ever! X
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