My nerves got twisted as my anger roared,My head aches & speaks
the tales of my these wings
That once had soared
It flutters & flutters
But it ceased to
Rise,and my
Anger?
Apparently,It has got wings of it's own
The floor seems so cold, I realised
I was just too attached to those
Skies above,that I knew not
How it feels to be down
It flutters & it flutters
It rises & it rises
Not my wings
But my anger
My halo has
lost it's shine with
time,It has got rusted,
It has got too oxidised,Alas,
I'm too red to reach those skies
& Too blue to look past my own lies
My nerves now relaxes,my head aches
a little
Less,my
Anger feels
Tired,it's roars
Edging to rareness
I tell myself I shouldn't
cry, as my first tears slips into
Another of those nevermind cries.
I am an Angel, I will fly again,won't I?
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Poetry❣(Highest rank #2)❣ You lifted me And kept me Amidst the shooting stars And then when I fell for you From this place so far You made me your wish And then you Made it come true (From the poem LIFTED) ▲ Reaching out to you is like plugging my phone t...
