In the moment, I was happy.
I was laughing, you were laughing.
I was close to your side.
Though as I glanced out the window,
I spotted a lone bird,
soaring and somersaulting
just above the highest tree branches.
It looked so happy and free, so alive.
And that's when I fell completely silent.
For so long I longed to be that bird,
so happy and free...
Though how could I with clipped wings?
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
