(wow i jus sat down here and wrote this poem...didnt even kno where this was going to lead me or what to write about..but i love it...but i need a title.....'Free'..'Not Being Free'...or 'And thats True'....help me to decide!) ..okay im going with the title 'The Imprisoned Noun'
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Nothin is free in this world my dear, unless you wanna drink water straight from the pond or lake or river, then its's free.
Realize when i said 'free, is what i had wanted' I 'had' wanted the noun 'free' to show its meaning to me but im happy it didnt bcuz it taught me how to be tough..how to never let any man see u blush how to smile on the outside when on the inside your crying and how to think about on the outside as only its raining but on the inside your drowning Beautiful write. ' The Imprisoned Noun ' could be the title.
nice poem penned with so much realism