My Wings
🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ
My wings
Its growing continues
Like hair
Instead of longer
It gets larger
I wonder
Why it never grew
Larger than a screw
Oh, why
Oh, why
It was repeatedly
Cut pitifully
My own mother
My own father
Did you wish
For me to be proper?
What wrong
Did I carry
When I
Only longed
For someone
Other than you
Please don’t lock me
I’ll never disagree
🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ
-sleepyybookworm
I was mortified when I found out that bird owners clip their birds’ wings, and so I wrote this.
YOU ARE READING
Arbitrary
ПоэзияThey say writing expresses one's thoughts and feelings. While it may be true, have you ever wondered that maybe, just maybe...the words they scream on paper, were words they left to be unsaid? Started: 01/27/2024 Completed: --/--/----
