söndag 9 januari 2011

Cry in bed with broken wings

I'm pale like snow and so very fragile,
if you play too much I'm sure I'll break
I used to fly far up high but here I lie in bed,
a folded piece of paper with heartache
Returned from a journey, a journey with you
Strong wind and you were so uplifting
I must admit I had great fun, but even a star will fall
In my head thoughts are constantly shifting
And once I hit the ground there were scrubs on my knees,
the bruises in heart made me cry
"I can't believe you let me fall from that height!",
I thought as I glanced at the sky
Hoped to get up there, to again hold your hand
but you left me to be a windless kite
Now here I lie in my bed, a folded piece of paper,
cursing myself through the night
Remembering a journey, the wind I fell in love with,
my memories are here to provoke
I'm pale and I'm fragile, you knew very well
but still you played with my guts until I broke

You can fix a kite once it's broken
but how can it beautifully fly
when the scars are still hurting unspoken
and the desire of flying has died

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