Used To I used to think a lot…for myself, I mean. I used to have an open mind, and a gift of understanding I used to laugh and share myself. I remember that good feeling. I used to have wings...until I taped them down. I used to fly away when I felt that I could But now I keep myself in here, afraid that I should. I think a lot, for others now, it seems, I used to be an inspiration, but there are walls, and you can’t see. I used to love myself… until he loved me.
This made me so angry....if he won't let you fly, he's not the one you need....if you're not letting yourself fly, to please him, you're killing yourself slowly.... Love must fly free...
I'm a sucker for reflective relationship poems, so naturally I enjoyed this... the repetition and odd rhymes worked well, imo... thanks for sharing
