Petrichor - Poem by Maia AlmediaAmir
Now you know it's not worth it.
Turn and face the world Sweetie,
The human race it
Runs it's self out of house and home,
Do you think they'll ever learn?
To eat corn strait out the tin
And smile about it.
Because it's 'something', no?
Better than nothing.
And nothing is the freedom
To be a scaredey little birdy.
They'll always run from it, Deary
There's nothing more we can do.
All they want is power and money.
Honey, you did all that you could.
But they would tear it from their mother's chest
Chew it up and spit it out.
Yeah we know what it's all about.
But you've got a chance to fly - now take it!
Run to the cliffs of Dover
Spread your wings and go!
I'll miss you more than any word
I'll ever know.
Even the sanctitude of petrichor.
And it rains all the time here.
And a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
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