I jump up and down,
not making a sound.
I look around,
seems like I'm not bound-
to this Earth.
I fly high,
high up in the sky.
But it looks like I'm gonna die.
And I look for a sign,
all looking around.
Seems like I'm bound-
to this Earth.
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PoetryThese are my poems I have written. I hope that you can connect with these poems, because most of them come from the deepest, saddest, happiest, honest, maddest, craziest, parts of me. This entire book is basically my life put into poems. Written/Cre...
