Tyler Standard

It is real

Sometimes it's not

Like everything else,

It seems to block


Once you fall in

You may not get up

Tons of people find it 

And mess it up


Sometimes it's enough to kill

Like when sitting on a windowsill

When I do find it, my voice begins

To trill and I feel like i can run and shout 

up every single hill....

  • Author: Tyler Standard (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2018 08:40
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 11
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Comments +


  • Gabriella

    a very good write!!!!!!!!!

  • onepauly

    I lived on the third floor in my first apartment and loved sitting on the
    window sill and look down to the street and see people walking and cars going by.

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