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.
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the h
When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
A sparkling flame uploading your name
I had no time for a foolish game
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