i want to be made of red and gold
i want to fly and not fall down
i want to be reborn in a circle of green eyes
i want to kill the demons that would eat the innocent children
i want the city to light up with the hope of millions
i want an angel to be born from my strength
i want this place to be made-up,
and that other one to be real.
1 comment:
i know this feeling well. also, good poem.
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