Feels good to walk free
A light breeze
A tornado at ease
Walking along
I remember those days
the ones that I would cast off
And try to throw away
Stupid of me to think
I could be strong to take words alike
I swallow them, I digest
Without a problem
I guess I have been proven wrong
I'm a weak stick
Amongst a forrest of broken branches
So I can cry
So I can leave
It doesn't alter the fact that..
ME..
I'm just weak

~ o ~

Thanks to kath..
Inspiration for this poem :o)

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