Not Yours
You want me but you do not know I'm not made of soil, I'm not gold There are truths untold by you You seem quite okay with how we grow You startle me when you do not show Oh, I've loved you enough for the both of us Now it's my time to love myself more You created kingdoms for me and then left me burning in its wall You know me but you do not know I'm not made of soil, I'm not your gold... I'm not yours to keep, not yours to treasure I'm a winged wild bird that cannot be stopped You try to hold me back but baby, I'm free... I'm not yours to keep, I'm not your gold...
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Palak Verma
thank you... but for what? 😄
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2019-06-30 15:01:54
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Palak Verma
yes that's right. It's my 100th poem in reality too...
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2019-06-30 15:05:07
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Palak Verma
hahaha... Thank you!! 😍
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2019-06-30 15:18:32
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Дівчинко
Рятувати старі ідеали немає жодного сенсу, все сведемо до творчості або дикого сексу. Зруйнуємо рамки моральних цінностей, напишимо сотні віршів і загубимось серед вічностей. Наш голос лунатиме і поза нашим життям. Дівчинко, просто тримай мене за руку і віддайся цим почуттям.
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