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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 |
