I'm fragile,I'm new, To this world, no clue
I need your help,need it now, lest, down I will fall
I love my new wings, love my new body, bright , yet not too gawdy.
Its a perfect hue of what I need, crimson and these lovely metallic bleeps
The cocoon was bewildering, It was all new, from the mist on pillow, to the crow's own screw
I have reached my peak, I've never asked for better but, some how , satisfaction isn't , its not getting the cater
The Cater of love, cater of cry, my myth, glow and jive.
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The Flawed #Wattys2017
PoetryHighest rank #5 in Non Fiction We're all known to the disgusting and mind-rottening culture of the society. Not trying to generalise but, this would definitely bring about some change in your mindset and more importantly, YOU. Please vote, share , c...
