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Post by QueenPaige4 on Nov 24, 2008 14:59:24 GMT -6
With my broken wings I fall I fall so fast I hit the ground I break apart in a million little pieces With all the words I'd never say to you They are all over the floor Hoping to be read from you one day As I try to piece myself back together My wings struggle to get fixed They'll never be fixed Until I am complete again I feel like a devil waiting for an angel to come With broken wings I fall Breaking apart, staying unfixable That's all I'm capable of I'm not good enough for you I'll never be good enough So with my broken wings I slowly float to the bottom of the bottle Filled with broken glass. Note: It's probably not one of my best poems but I'd leave that up to you guys to judge whether or not it's good.
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Post by Sharon on Dec 1, 2021 19:51:54 GMT -6
As I try to piece myself back together My wings struggle to get fixed They'll never be fixed Until I am complete again I'm sorry that I missed this when you first posted it. This part sound raw yet I like the push and pull it portrays, dispair and hope all within a few lines.
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shole
Wishes To Be A Distraction
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Post by shole on Dec 28, 2021 4:46:30 GMT -6
Wow, how nice is it to being able to express the restrain that caused you a lot of pain through poetry. I really enjoy it, and would love to read more
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