Wednesday, April 28, 2010

my poem...

These wings of an angel are hidden behind a fear that someone will hear her sad songs as the darkness grows near. The skies they arent so clear. her eyes stare back at the mirror. her silent sobs break the night. She fears she can no longer fight. This is a new great height. She can not take flight. So she burries her head dispite. Dispite the odds of winning, dispite the odds of failing. She lays there and sighs. Her heart seems to be breaking. As her wings keep on shaking. She closes her eyes to dream.

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