Consistent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  No Houses

Up late and in pain=writing.

Each step is pain,

Will it ever end?

It is never so plain.

 

I try to turn but I bend,

I can't seem to go far,

As I am plagued like a trend. 

 

My feet feel stuck in tar,

I long to be free,

Free as a star. 

 

I want to relax in a tree,

Climb to new heights,

All while being a buzy bee.

 

For now I am stuck tight,

Gravity seemingly increased,

As I wait for the future light.

 


Submitted: September 09, 2016

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