by Cina De Moura F.

Created on: September 07, 2008

Broken wings

I'm a little bird with broken wings
That eats only the crumbs of your love.
The sky rains on me
There is no shelter inside of you.
Turn you back always at me.
I can't see your eyes
Or touch your skin,
Hug you or feel you in my heart.
There is so much that's hidden.
My wings are broken
A pain crosses my heart
It is killing me.
I can't survive on little crumbs
It is not enough to stand me up
I'm famine and skinny
Dying a little every single day.
My feathers fall to the ground
As if they were drops of tears.
The air around me pollutes my senses
Suffocates
Squeezes
Cause there is no care
Or missing me.
Offer lies to fulfill my desires.
In silent nightsI don't sleep
On sunshine days it thunders
Illusions, masquerades
The big web with it strings
Catches the bird with broken wings
She is his pray
Only, if I could flyaway with my broken wings
Only, if I had the strength to do so
I would flyflyflyawayfarfar
From this love that's destroying me
Love is beautiful only when it is shared...

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