Broken Wing of a Friend
There is a winding road that passes by my lips
There is a winding road that passes by my lips
and runs across my skin.
When I cry it crosses the music of my face
'til my heart sings again.
A long time ago, I could not understand,
A long time ago, I could not understand,
how to have the will
to let things go.
Now I’ve learned to let that winding road
display, what I did not know.
Sometimes I yearned to growl
Sometimes I yearned to growl
and taste the pain
of the tear’s of another heart.
I forgot to take a place inside their skin ,
feel the truth of their hurt.
There is a winding road that passes by my lips
There is a winding road that passes by my lips
and runs across my skin.
It reminds me to see
what lies underneath ,
the broken wing
of a friend.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
What a great rhythm in this piece and i do love your metaphor for words and thoughts and your own being before you learned to stand in the skin of another.
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ReplyDeleteVotre poésie est magnifique et votre sensibilité me fait mal Neva,, very great poetry .
ReplyDeleteVery heart rendering..........only a few can understand the pain of others...
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