I was born with wings
They were such beautiful things
But you said they made me bad
and I looked like a outcast
And when I said I want to fly
You trapped me in thorns and spikes
My wings got entangled
It pierced through my feathers
It had hurt so bad
I pleaded with all I had
But you said you can't let me out
Cause I wanted what's not allowed
I feared if you'd cut my wings
It would hurt more than anything
And as broken as I was
I did not want to be hurt anymore
So I thought it'll hurt less
If I cleaned up my own mess
I decided to cut them on my own
But then, I was hurtfully wrong
Cause it broke me apart
Those wings were more than just parts
Though you have gladly let me out
This freedom feels so meaningless now
Cause I have lost my wings
and with them my will to live
🥀 Lakshita
YOU ARE READING
More than just words
Poésie《"The moon does not have light of it's own but it still shares the little light that it receives."》
