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Flight of a lone bird with broken wings


What is it like to fall apart?
just randomly, out of nowhere,
being struck by words of mere honesty
from a person you've ever so cared for
who could never have cared less in return

What is it like to break into tears?
Of broken dreams
Of feelings burning away
into nothing but silence
and bloodstains that never existed

What is that feeling?
the one where something,
a flame? I reckon,
is keeping the red box ablaze
like a torch to the fireworks of July

What beauty amongst such pain?
that I'm but being tendered;
to endure such deistic antipathy
of the four-lettered word of passion
and heartache

When may I then be released?
to join the doves soaring ever so vibrantly

O' deities of all kind.
Please set me free,
from these earthly woes,
and spare me from these tearless torments

Set the world ablaze, may thee
and save me. save me.

I'm but a lone bird taking flight with broken wings.
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Tuesday, January 5, 2010 at 12:28am

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