She was the girl,
with broken wings;
She didn't know how to fly.
She was the girl,
who knew how to sing.
Though, her heart,
just couldn't decide.
She thought her wings
were shattered.
She could not find
the right tune.
Though, she carried
on with her life...
Like nothing was ever wrong.
Inside her heart,
she knew she would break.
And soon, she just,
wouldn't go on.
~ B.M.D ~
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Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
