I pick up the pices of a shattered heart I lay there and cry And now I sit here lonely And wonder why How your feeling just up and faded away To why I'm still thinking about you everyday Teardrop One After the other Fall from my eyes Broken wings I can no longer fly.
Very tender thoughts you shared here. If there's one thing I wish I had the talent to do, it would be to be able to read another's mind AND heart. Would make finding that special someone so much easier. It's so hard to sit and wonder, and try to guess....chin up! Welcome to Passions!!
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"broken wings i can no longer fly" Maxime, this poem is quite heartfelt and to this verse I invision another end .. ~ Strength in my soul and passion in my heart My wings will heal and the aches shall part ~ Coco