MissileA Poem by Broken WingsI waited in the darkness Still I felt a rumbling Awake I was born into the cruel world Flying I have a singular purpose Controlled I aim for my goal, unwavering. Target I feel nothing as I leave this world Heat And my short existence has made an impact Justified Though others may hate my life, not understanding, it was mine to live. © 2012 Broken Wings |
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1 Review Added on February 25, 2012 Last Updated on February 25, 2012 AuthorBroken WingsMinot , NDAboutHey umm I'm courtney. I'm one of those that no matter how many times you tell her she's pretty she won't believe it. Well on here no one knows me so I can put my heart out there. I feel music, writing.. more..Writing
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