A Five Minette Poem.
flying high in the coulds
the world looks so different up here
touching stars and racing planes
the feelings cant compare
now falling down i crash to earth
the impact i cant follow
I'm feeling hurt my pride is brused
i'm used and left so hollow
i hope one day i will pick and imatate the swallow
to fly amoungs the clouds again
till then i guess i'll dream of black
of life of lack
and bitterness to watch the clouds go floating by
but never can i follow.
(a five minette poem)