Broken WIngs

Her broken voice

that sings.

She's the one with

broken wings.

Yearning to be

set free,

From what she called

her misery.

Feeling like a puppet

on strings,

Not wanting

earthly things.

Needing nothing more

that her freedom.

Feeling like a

lonesome blossom.

Showing that

she was in pain.

Just like being

in the rain.

People say that

they didnt care,

But still she was

standing there.

With her broken wings

by her side,

Everybody knew

that she had died.

Reviews

[GeMiniiElf]

I like it ^-^
The words are placed in such a way that I feel the apathy myself.
You may wish to work on the flow; reading aloud helps
Please write more! haha.