staring out the window at the pitch black sky
wishing she could go up up and fly
wanting to be high in the air
without one worry or care

don't you wish life was like so
when you snap your fingers your good to go
you can go far far away
and never come back until next may

when you blink the flowers blossom in the breeze
and you never have to worry about founding your keys
please dont reject this poem it would crush my heart
for all my other pieces people thought they were to repulsive to be art
 
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