Broken Wings
She sat there by her window
Overlooking the sea
Wishing she could fly
Where ever he might be
But everyone knows
You can’t fly with broken wings
Broken wings
Broken by life’s cruel touch
Oh but she wouldn’t trade them for anything
For her every heart beat, a tear falls
For every tear, there is a bittersweet memory
She’d rather keep those broken wings
Then face life never knowing him
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This was a sad piece. I suppose it is better to live with the broken wings then to have missed meeting your "true love."
"I don't care about your scale,
or how high I weigh in.
I can be as light as a feather,
but I'm damn good with a pen."
~ SheaRyhai (c) 2009
i get in moods and i write
i get in moods and i write depressing things, most of which don't pertain to me personally per say and many of my poems i don't really know where they come from but sometimes they come all of a sudden and if i don't write them down i lose them.