I won’t grow wings
For they are already gone
My wings were clipped;
My spark is a blip
My feathers are torn;
My heart was too.
Now all I can do
Is to hold those feathers close.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
I won’t grow wings
For they are already gone
My wings were clipped;
My spark is a blip
My feathers are torn;
My heart was too.
Now all I can do
Is to hold those feathers close.
