Sky and sea met with a clash
Lightning struck me in a flash
I fractured more than a feather
In this brutal weather
The water rises above
But broken wings don't fly my love
So I am going under
As the sky roars with thunder
A stormy flight through the rain
And no light seems to remain
Yet I keep my head held high
'Cause I'm soaring in the sky
A cracked guitar without a string
And a bird who cannot sing
Both can still play their own song
Out of tune but never wrong
This got published
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My Thoughts
PoetryHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
