Fly

Jilted boy where did you go?
Did you lose part of your soul?
Did you find your self-control?
Did you get to ride your flow?

Saddened boy, were your cries loud?
Was your head buried in clouds?
Did you fuel up hidden clowns?
Punching walls for laughs unfound?

Jittered boy did you sing songs?
After seeing you were wrong?
Ever after was prolonged,
still, my spirit felt so strong.

Graceful beauty you are missed,
peaceful essence formed your kiss.
I repaid you with both fists,
now my penance lives with this.

Never wonder how I am,
I am stuck in my own jam,
live your life with a big bam!
lion hearts can live in lambs
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– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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