Just Me.
Sometimes,
I feel like the wind can make me fly.
Fly to the top of the world,
And set the limits of no where.
Sometimes,
I feel as if I'm alone, and I have this feeling,
That doesn't scare me.
It's just me.
The wind on my shoulder,
Skims me by, and It doesn't matter
Cuz I'm in my own world.
I've beakon myself,
To be just me.
To be no one else,
And to live.
Now, I sit here writing this.
All of these feelings,
That I'm just pouring out,
For you to read.
I'm not wondering what's going to happen
To me,
Tomorrow, next week, next month, next year.
That doesn't scare me.
Cuz it's just me.
But I've always wondered
What's planned for tomorrow.
Always wanted to not worry,
But somehow I do,
Just somehow I do.
The wind on my shoulder,
Skims me by, and it doesn't matter
Cuz I'm in my own world.
I've beakon myself,
To be just me.
To be no one else,
And to live.
Written by; Kayla Hamilton.
Copyright © Kayla Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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