Sun’s light covers me..
Soaring through the sky,
To be a in a fake sense of “Free”.
Why is the only thing I hear from you,
Is “Take these wings and fly.”?
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
Sun’s light covers me..
Soaring through the sky,
To be a in a fake sense of “Free”.
Why is the only thing I hear from you,
Is “Take these wings and fly.”?
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.