Warmth of kin

arial

Entangled by blood forced in by emotions

Don't know what to do o he'll with this commotion

What right ain't wrong so tired from this humble

Go see it in the eyes where hearts never trembled 

I say free me 

Don't be born again please 

Let's not meet in my dreams 

I cant hold up no more

I say free me 

Choices and lies enough please  

Let's not mix love with bricks

Home isn't where you all 

Home isn't where you all

 

 

 

  • Author: arial (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 11th, 2025 14:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    It seems like the major feeling here is discontent. We have no say over being born or to whom. We choose our friends not our family. Sell written

    • arial

      Thankyou

      • sorenbarrett

        Most welcome

      • Poetic Licence

        A sense of being tied by blood that they want to be free off, sadly we can't choose our family, nicely expressed and written

        • arial

          Thankyou

          • Poetic Licence

            You are very welcome



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