"I can't see the stars,
For every night I cry.
The clouds,
Don't let me fly.
This broke broken wings,
Make me fall.
And your arms,
Aren't there,
To guard me,
From every harm."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 56
"I can't see the stars,
For every night I cry.
The clouds,
Don't let me fly.
This broke broken wings,
Make me fall.
And your arms,
Aren't there,
To guard me,
From every harm."
