she was made for the sky
but the wind tore her wings
she was made from spectrums
then the rain washed her out
she was made of heart
and heart's all she has
a little torn, a little drowned
yet beating still
and that's all that matters
—g.s.
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Dreaming Out Loud
PoesíaJust a little big dreamer chanting miracles. I go by glendasogo in Instagram. Cheers.
