A siloet outlined by the stars
A wishful angle longing for flight
Wondering what it feels like to have her wings full of the joy
To rise above all the fear
She's seen
She longs for the day
when her knight will fill her wings
And grab her hand
to guide to her dream
He would take her to a place
where She doesn't have to fear
He will erase her torn up past
And stitch a new one full
Of joy and love
He would take her hand
And show her how muck she's loved
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Her soul: spoken out
Poésiehey guys trying something new here. This will be here I store all my depressing songs and poems. Far warning right now I suck at all this so if you hate it and think it's horrible don't say I didn't warn you and leave me nasty comment. Because I wil...
