some nights i feel so fragile
and small
like a poorly made paper crane
i can't fly away, and
i crumple under the weight of your words
that crush me as i sit here waiting
for them to come
i am as helpless as a bird with clipped wings,
tonight
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
some nights i feel so fragile
and small
like a poorly made paper crane
i can't fly away, and
i crumple under the weight of your words
that crush me as i sit here waiting
for them to come
i am as helpless as a bird with clipped wings,
tonight
