Wings...
These are my wings...
I wear without shame.
I flew into your heart with my
eyes closed,
My heart was yearning for a home
it failed to find.
I fade away into my recurring dreams,
Where you and I are happy together.
These are my wings...
My broken wings,
My feathers fall off with every minute I spend in my head.
I can't believe I feel so lonely,
Birds of the same feathers flock together,
I guess my feathers are cut from a different cloth.
The man you chose soared into your heart,
And snatched the little I had of you away.
These are my wings...
My broken wings.
Most days,
I fade away into my thoughts,
An alternate universe,
Where you and I,
Lay on a red and black fury
Carpet as I play with your recently washed hair.
These are my wings...
My broken wings.
Completed version.
And this is how the story ends, until next time.
Thank you!!!
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THE MORNING AFTER
Poetry"My love for you runs so deep, It is hard for me to even sleep. Every time I see your eye, All I want to do is cry. When I touch your lovely skin, I get so nervous from within" a continuation of midnight thoughts my previous book if you haven't read...
