a bird's wings are made for them to fly,
right?
it's just so that they can say goodbye, or
goodnight.
sometimes you feel like it's caving in
your wings are clipped
and the world's at it's end
but your body's still there
somehow.A/N:check out this really pretty sunset picture :3 it doesn't have anything to do with poems but it's so purdy
i might write a poem about sunsets heh