Learn more about other poetry terms
My heart sighs deeply,Heavy and calm,fluttering sleepily.I close my eyes,Gathering them closeI try to pick out the lies.
We are the generation of a new millennium.Be proud?Our title could’ve been better, it sounds pretty corny,I looked online, no one seems to think thatWe’re going to be the ones that save the world
I am a weak, depressed, lost, little girl who is not capable of anything. and I refuse to fly free and believe in the fact that one day I will become of worth and somebody you will remember.
It was once physical Others were considered property Now it is social Others are considered inferior So since we can't control what they think We control what they do