•wings
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we are broken angels.
our wings that defy us
no matter how hard we try.
we are unable to take flight
we lay awake
on the cold hardwood floor
fascinated by the moon
that looks upon us
until the midnight thoughts
take over.
but when love will find it's way
to millions of broken, bleeding hearts, we won't be the same.
love will warm our hearts.
love will mend our souls.
our wings will flutter
and we will soar high.
even if we are
the broken boys and girls,
we will have each other
and we will learn to love again.
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Poetryblue |bloo| melancholy, sad, or depressed. sad and lonely in a strange city. poems are written by me. Copyright © 2018 by @aaryaeh
