Just Another Dying Romance

Love is a freedom, 

  love is a leash.

As doves spread their wings,

  hands entertwined,

   vow it was meant to be.

But the birds won't sing; 

  the future now bleak.

Try as I might--

  the grip only grows tight.

- For her whom I can't leave.

About the Author:

Colorado born and raised-Ann is a freshman in high school beginning her journey into the world of literature. Through her work she aims to capture the muse just as beautifully as it exists in life, except in words. Writing is becoming a very large part of her life, as a hobby and a dream career; despite that most of her time is spent indulging in video games.