If my love
Falls on broken wings
That cannot fly,
Would it mean
My heart
Will never soar
And the stars
Will never
Graze my hands?
Would it be like
Grasping clouds
While falling through
Morning fog?
Shattered sentiments
Upon the ground
Devotion spilt
As blood on concrete,
Desires that lack
Pulse and mesh
And dreams that will never
Become as real
As the warmth of your flesh...
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