A sky of angry screeching,
demanding,
like a raptor on the wing
doesn't have the impact
that simple warbling brings
With fear of cruel words spoken
love retracts
like claws on birds of prey
and all I loved about you
has now flown far away
Predatory words can rip
into beings
lovelorn at their peak
not accomplishing anything
but the sharpening of the beak
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
A sky of angry screeching,
demanding,
like a raptor on the wing
doesn't have the impact
that simple warbling brings
With fear of cruel words spoken
love retracts
like claws on birds of prey
and all I loved about you
has now flown far away
Predatory words can rip
into beings
lovelorn at their peak
not accomplishing anything
but the sharpening of the beak
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