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When all I want to do is say goodbye
to a sanctuary made for all but me,
I lay and listen to their senseless banter
as I forget what it feels like to be free.
To be wanted, to be needed,
differs most to where I must belong.
Remaining silent in the dimlit room,
reminded of the most poignant song.
But the bird cannot fly with tear soaked wings
nor the butterfly when its wings are torn.
I cannot sing with sadness in my heart
but sing I must for my soul to be reborn.
to a sanctuary made for all but me,
I lay and listen to their senseless banter
as I forget what it feels like to be free.
To be wanted, to be needed,
differs most to where I must belong.
Remaining silent in the dimlit room,
reminded of the most poignant song.
But the bird cannot fly with tear soaked wings
nor the butterfly when its wings are torn.
I cannot sing with sadness in my heart
but sing I must for my soul to be reborn.
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i suppose it is another emotive moment.
welcome back, Muse.
welcome back, Muse.
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This is a lovely poem! It flows so well that it's great to read. It's also kinda sweet and sad at the same time... Good job!