Her wings are caught in a place she doesn't belong,
The suppressed words; the cuts from the thorns.
She feels trapped though they say she's free to go,
A highness so empty, it almost feels low.
She wants to fly, sore high and never return,
The memory so hazy, so blurred.
She falls on her broken dreams every now and then,
What and how, a question she asks often.
They hurt her, and ******* her soul,
She doesn't remember when she found herself in whole.
A lonely dream, in an awakened nightmare: her only fear.
A breathing feeling of breathlessness,
'Alive!' she says, nevertheless.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
Her wings are caught in a place she doesn't belong,
The suppressed words; the cuts from the thorns.
She feels trapped though they say she's free to go,
A highness so empty, it almost feels low.
She wants to fly, sore high and never return,
The memory so hazy, so blurred.
She falls on her broken dreams every now and then,
What and how, a question she asks often.
They hurt her, and ******* her soul,
She doesn't remember when she found herself in whole.
A lonely dream, in an awakened nightmare: her only fear.
A breathing feeling of breathlessness,
'Alive!' she says, nevertheless.
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