These Broken Wings

By Cant walk away

You tried to rip them from my side.
They came from design, a love inside
You may have ruined my love's fly

But

These Broken Wings Are Mine

Broken bones, tortured and tied.
Cut my throat, my words denied.
Bleeding my truth with pride.

These Broken Wings Are Mine

Your evil "love" and possessive stride,
You think that I will be your bride
Whoever said that lied.

These Broken Wings Are Mine.

I never gave up, never openly cried.
Only behind your back but those all dried.
You will never have them I'd rather die!

These Broken Wings Are Mine!

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Published on Thursday, January 28, 2016. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

7/25/12

Comments on "These Broken Wings"

On Wednesday, December 12, 2012, PoetessDarkly (693) wrote:

Fallen angels are an awesome theme for a poem. you say it well. lovely imagery and flow
On Tuesday, November 20, 2012, MorganaRose (75) wrote:

Broken mabye...but the pieces are still ours to keep. Emotional but powerful. Great write.
On Thursday, July 26, 2012, Dreaming in Stanzas (293) wrote:

A lovely declaration of strength and independence. I feel every emotion that inspired this work through your words.
A former member wrote: Such anquish, such passion in such a poem. My compliments to you, friend...
A former member wrote: i love this piece............. a very good write, the pride in the voice speaks deep . thumbsup