The longer I stay
I begin to wither away
My soul longs to fleet today
Awaiting the blossoms of May
As the sun breaks the dusk of day
Happiness blooms a smile without much say
Could the selfish heart obey?
Nay, to fly, she must bid you good day
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Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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The ending felt so liberating! Beautifully penned!