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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