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.
The Terrifying Thing About Love
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you be
My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
No other friend is quite like you.
No other friend could do exactly what you do.
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
Is let go of you
And look forward instead of back
When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
We all have many types of friends,
And in our lives, they come and go.
But if we
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
