I dropped a link in my chain,
One of the most important of all.
The one that gave me freedom.
The one that meant my happiness wouldn't fall.
But that link had to go.
So my chain could be split.
So yours could attach to mine,
And love would replace that link bit.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
I threw a bottle in the sea,. Inside; a tiny piece of me,. Set adrift on a falling tide,. Left to waters vast and wide,. A small slither of my soul,. To leave me with a tiny hole,.
Broken wings of a little song bird She's never gunna fly to the top of the world Singing without so much of a word. Fading like wind breathing in.
The bridge of all sorrows is not a good place to visit. Once crossed to the opposite bank some never return. It's flimsy planking may crumble after your transit.
I have a little songbird. Encased inside my heart. I let it free to fly and sing. Whenever we're apart. It sends up soft and yellow notes. That drift along the breeze.
I've got a clockwork heart. It works just the same but it sets me apart And it's running away In the hope that it mends. It left me a note, says it'll be back one day. Away, away, away.
~Another poem I wrote for school~ ~Also received a B~ ~About a SUV (Mainly a Land Rover)~ ~My favourite poem out of all the ones I have written~ ~Enjoy~ Not a red, heart-shaped box, full of...
The fires of passion burns hot at first. Uncontrollable explosions of lust and longing, Sensual heat, The flames encompass every waking moment. At some point, fuel is no longer abundant.
I'm feeling blue, But that's not quite so true, When I'm feeling down, I'd say I feel brown. Brown. Am I crazed. A statement well placed, But brown, you will see, Is like bark on a tree.
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