Cursed Kite Poem by Michael Ordia
Cursed Kite
Through the rough roads and scary nights
We're like monsters when we fight.
We're dumb but speak through our hearts.
We conquer all darkness and ignite.
Love is crooked like a path.
Sometimes crossroads, which one is right?
Sometimes ego visits and tries to bite.
If we let it through with keys to our heart
We would always be like a kite
Tied to earth, cursed never to touch the stars.
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