Wings That Can Not Fly
Eye’s wide open yet sadly death killed love
Wings That Can Not Fly
The love bird died of a broken heart,
Feathers quiet, silent,
where a song once sparked.
No storm took it, no cage too tight,
Just the echo of wings that lost their fight.
It perched on a silence too heavy to bear,
Eyes glassy with a longing
still hanging in the air.
Not a wound in sight, not a claw out of place,
Just an empty sky, a forgotten embrace.
The world didn’t notice, the sun didn’t fade,
But the love bird died, and the sorrow stayed.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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How sad this one is and hopes things start looking up. Good job.
Such an powerful emotions, great poem ✨😊
Dear Marie, the poor love bird with it's broken heart, now a love angel for ever fly