Broken Wings


You were looking for another way out
Of this crooked world
Trying to fix these broken things;
Shattered dreams,
Crippled desires,
Forgotten aspirations,
And distant memories.
Now all we have are fragments.
You were stumbling a new way down
Off of cloud 9
Heading face first
Into the pavement
Of this already painful reality.
You were falling on your broken wings
Holding on to the fragments
Of everything.

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