Here I sit trapped, wings broken and snapped
Trembling in fear, where no one else can hear,
Facing a divine foe, waiting for my hero show
Shrouded in scars, knocking at these cage bars
Calling my name, it wouldn't feel the same
Would it be love, or just another lie from above
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The Color of Feelings
General FictionThis is a collection of poems, sparked flames never finished, and blurbs that reflect how I've felt at particular times. This is meant to be an outlet of the feelings I have pent up. They are honestly all pretty bad, but it's my release so who cares?
