Still fly to you
When you broke my wings
Though my wings can't be your shield
Use my body instead
It's strong, unlike my feathers
A perfect design for an armor
Don't let them taste your blood
Take them one by one
And let me die as a warrior
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
