Freedom from myself

 A boy once told me he didn't have a name,

He showed me a place where i could fly free,

without the worry's of every day,

that drag me down to the depths of the sea,

he gave me a smile that faded away,

as we left that shaded place where I could be myself,

without that heavy mask that weighs me down,

that makes me tiered at the end of the day,

To be free gives me away,

The warmth of my heart,

the sound of my song,

the way i am all day long.

Author's Note

I so cant write sorry... :)

Reviews

[Charles]

I like the first four lines (like them a lot - pulling the reader into a bit of a fantasy world). The next four lines are so-so (should tiered be tired?), and the last four seem a bit weak (as though you're giving up on the poem and merely putting a few words on paper). The idea of the warmth of your heart and sound of your song are good enough, but the lines need something more - maybe they should match the other lines in length or expand on the ideas brought forth in the earlier lines. Just a few thoughts. :-)