Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,
But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart?
Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride,
My escape to freedom denied
I can never spread my wings and fly.
I will never know the feeling of the sky,
For these broken wings keep me grounded
And trapped with the memories of how they once sounded.
They used to be so beautiful and proud,
But now they hang around me like a black shroud,
Reminding me of my once known glory
And how this is just another sad story.
These wings are torn and tattered, no longer able to carry me.
My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free
And my soul, now a deep black abyss
Waits silently for death's blissful kiss.
Come a little closer
Honey, come a little closer,
let me whisper in your ear.
When our eyes met
for the very first time,
I knew it was you
to clear my
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
What hurts the most...
Was loving you so much,
But that not being enough.
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
Because She Was My Best Friend
Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we'd never be shy.
If ice cream could be grown on the treetop,
Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
