Broken Wings

The only thing that is so clear
Is I had you once so near

The evil monsters in my head
They’ve trodden on everything, now it’s dead

The memories make me cry
I am discontented no matter how hard I try

I wanted you more than the Earth, the stars and moon
I never got to show you how my heart died so soon

I became a prisoner in life
I am a hopeless case of sacrifice
I wish you well as it cuts me like a knife.

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Preeti
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Deep desires in the heart never revealed….Nicely written!

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