To be free
in more ways than one
would have me soaring away from you
keeping me bound and locked away
without thought and without nothing to say
your distance keeps me from soaring, from being so free
This entry was posted on 2 February 2008 - Saturday at 12:14 am and is filed under It's called love, Past experiences, Personal, Poetry, Posted by Matt . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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