Your fragile, folded wings are just tired from the pure blue sky. You don't have to force your smiles for anyone It's okay to smile for yourself. That lonely feeling keeps creeping up on me A single candle still burns inside There shouldn't be an expensive chandelier in a wild place like this Can I really bury it all with empty words? I don't even know anymore As long as we can swim freely in our dreams we won't need that sky anymore. Even if you can't let go of the past I'll still be there to meet you tomorrow because your fragile folding wings are tired from the journey.
i didnt write this but it is one of my favorite poems.
_Lonely-Fire-Goddess_ · Wed Jul 15, 2009 @ 05:43am · 0 Comments |