The sky and it's colour
Fading away
Just like the ocean
Which seems to be dry
May be it's a sign,
Sign of grief and sorrow
'Cause of pain
I can see the wings
The broken wings of an
Angel.
And the word which
Never be used!
One can't fly with a
Broken wings,
But I can see myself
With the heart of
Broken pieces.
Which seems to be complete
But scars remain.
And that's remind me of my
Dark pain,
At last.. it's the only
Broken pieces.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
The sky and it's colour
Fading away
Just like the ocean
Which seems to be dry
May be it's a sign,
Sign of grief and sorrow
'Cause of pain
I can see the wings
The broken wings of an
Angel.
And the word which
Never be used!
One can't fly with a
Broken wings,
But I can see myself
With the heart of
Broken pieces.
Which seems to be complete
But scars remain.
And that's remind me of my
Dark pain,
At last.. it's the only
Broken pieces.