They say my youth is golden, A flame that time has yet to douse But i feel like a dimming light Too quiet in a screaming house.
By Voyager22 6 months ago in Poets
She had wings, white soft wings It was ripped from her, without her consent Every feather plucked, every tendon ripped
I carry ghosts I never knew My father's I went through The rage that was stitched into skin A child was buried within I see it all through my eyes
