Free prisoner

Old stuff

When I think of you
Everything seems alright
THe world isn't so harsh anymore
This nightmare we call "life" is at bay
I breath a little easier
Until I relize
That your not with me
With mere miles in between us
My heart tries to fly free
And fly it does
It flies to you
You may not see or feel me
But when your down and out
Im' right there beside you
I'm there to help you out

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Another lost poem...

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