A Bird With Tattered Wings...
You see through my eyes
What a clever disguise
But your kindness
Will only kill
You beg for a kiss
From my deadly lips
Please don't tell me
That I didn't warn you...
Amongst many that care,
Your still standing there
And I cease to ponder why
For I am a bird
With tattered wings
Who has forgotten how to fly...
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Inquiry Of Life
Why do we shut our eyes
When we are afraid to see?
Why do we get so angry
When situations don't turn out
How we expected them to be?
Why do we grow up
Expecting life to be easy?
Why are we taught
That actions speak
Louder then words-
When words give us a reason
To take action?