Her broken heart and broken wings were all her clouded eyes could see.
She waited for the fog to clear, seeing a world made blurry from her tears.
Fading like a loveless kiss, fond memories resurfaced of joy and bliss.
Then as waves pulled her into the sea, all she was left with were two broken wings.
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
