Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Broken Wing of a Friend - Feb. 13, 2013



Broken Wing of a Friend

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, 
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  
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 
and runs across my skin. 
It  reminds me  to see 
what lies underneath ,
the broken wing 
of a friend.

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