The Wounded Bird

I have parts of your heart  

and broken shards 

Nothing fits  

it just falls apart 

Like a wounded bird 

With a broken wing 

A punctured lung 

Trying to sing  

I always try

To touch the sky 

But my hands get burned 

My heart bleeds dry 

This was the key 

That unlocked the door 

inside of me  

Your next world war  

An endurance test 

Til there's nothing left 

For you I'll wear red 

Lay my head on your chest 

Needle & thread 

Couldn't close this wound 

I'd look pretty in red 

Lying next to you  

Like a wounded bird 

With a broken wing 

A punctured lung 

Still trying to sing .. 

-Poetic Angel