Sometimes I feel,
as if my wings have been clipped.
And I fall.
Down, so far down.
And that is where he finds me.
Down in the dark.
And he brings me out.
Fixes me.
Waits for me to heal.
And we return to how it was.
But she was watching,
all the time watching.
And when we reach that peak
she strikes.
And she comes for us.
There are times when the roles are reversed
and it's him.
But in the end...
I end up back in the dark.
Wings clipped,
while she slithers away happy with herself.
Trying to get to him.
Will we ever be free of her.....
we will never be free.
Of her.
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So Much to Say
PuisiSo much to say. That in itself says a lot. This is a place where I put my poems. Hope you enjoy it.
