...in my boxers...
|"I wish they would sing again
but instead they only sigh"
I can see your desire in these lines... they aptly tell the tale.
My wing has been broken
and in the mirror I feel her scream
I'm curious... who screams her? And... who broke your wing? Did the above yearning spell it out for me? Or merely show the beginning of it all...
Just let me fly away from here
Falling and falling
Love the repitition.
How many times will I fall into the dirt,
We all ask this question throughout life, don't we?
the rain dry upon my soul
The tears are lost amongst the thorns.
Woah... powerful  here girl. Who are your thorns here? Who has too many tears of there own to dry those that roll down your face?
never before had the wind blown this loud
and never before had I felt a blade
resting on my skin waiting to strike
Watch it flow....
watch it end...
the quest lost...
and death my friend.
The ending... made me wanna Simply mindblowing... or am I saying it blew me away. Not the words... but how aptly you painted the picture. Damn.
A splendid write, my memina.
My motto... always changing, always improving, living life in veiw of eternity.
[This message has been edited by PoetryIsLife (03-20-2002 03:32 AM).]