your wings sprinkle
the sparkles of fame
as they flap,
your bones perfectly aligned
supporting you in every manner,
alas!
i sighed.....
i wished to be you someday,
but i can't have those wings
with perfect feathers you see,
my dislocated joints
can't unite a perfect skeleton
with harmony,
the wind skips
my grounded self
and lifts the high ups
already,
no.......
i am not chained by gravity
i can't be you because
i don't have that enough money
just that little bit of money ...
YOU ARE READING
Patched hearts
PoetryI don't know how to write a catchy/fancy book description. but i would say that this book consists of poetry writings that is solely written by me and my feelings. It's my first time letting my poetry out for someone to read. So I have no idea how y...
