Broken WingsA Poem by AehrCan't handle the hate anymore Really can't stand up to fight it Don't know any more cheery songs I really just can't stand it
I'm lost in time, and pretty much alone Just the moonlit nights to accompany me And the only mansion where I reside Is a sick, old, sorrowful tree
Grey's now my favourite colour Other hues, my eyes don't perceive And now I taste just bitter things From my life, I just want them all to leave
My soul is pretty much dead My heart no longer sings And all I can do is limp, and cry This tale of my broken wings © 2013 AehrAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on January 13, 2013 Last Updated on January 14, 2013 AuthorAehrAspiring for fearlessnessAboutTrying to keep my words alive. Find me on Instagram: aehr_x more..Writing
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