life has become dull,
days turn into treacherous hours, and the night is everything but.
i crave for something bigger,
something much bigger than i am, than the world is.
like honey on chapped lips,
blood on shattered mirrors, and kisses on bruised cheeks,
like intricate tattoos across a chest carved out of stone,
breathing slowly, up and down.
everything i am,
yet am not.
nothing can sate this hunger,
this growing turmoil that is blackening my white feathery wings.
with tar coating my lungs,
and pain scratching down my back, i can finally give it a try.
blurry lights from an enormous height,
if i fall, will these broken wings learn to finally fly?
maybe all i need to do is give it a try,
i mean, what could possibly go wrong?
yet it's like my thoughts settle to dust,
as soon as her voice, soft like petals, falls into my ears.
and it's like i collapse into myself,
for she is the destroyer, and i; the destroyed.
she is the hunter, and i; the bird.
she'd help me fly, and shoot me back down,
for that is all i ask for.
- give it a try
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growing wings | Completed
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