echoes | poetry | wattys2018

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she wore his
promises as
if it was her
wings,
let the wind
play with her,
feeling the
softness,
sweetness,
of the clouds.
all of a sudden,
the promises
were broken,
feathers fall
out of
the set,
she was
reaching upon
a cloud;
tears flow
upon her
cheeks,
she never
wanted
to fly more,
she wanted
to feel the
love
just one
more time.

but what can
promise do,
if he keeps
on breaking
them.

—fallen