Author: Writer's Mind PM
i like poerty and its still not about the game airRated: Fiction K - Spanish - Hurt/Comfort/Poetry - Words: 132 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-28-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3861784
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These broken wings cannot fly.
They cannot take me high.
I want to fly in the sky.
Forever soaring as an angel
The gardian of youth.
These broken wings cannot move.
These broken wings of mine.
What a shame
No one to help me heal.
These wings cannot heal
To be shredded and darkened to the night
These wings used to be so white.
They are as black as coal and as dark as the night.
These broken wings will never be white.
All because of the hate and darkness you gave to me.
Forever my wings will be black and rigid.
My clothes have changed
From a white robe, to black leather pants and a black leather tanktop.
These broken wings of mine
Have brought fun to my life.