Sunday 15 February 2015

Hold me, to your heart
For i feel restless
A bird , one that never built a nest
For a nest was to me , a prison
I belonged, for so i believed
To the skies
I soared high like the clouds
Only to know otherwise
Each has a place
Each it's destiny
One cannot be
What one hopes, but just be
And i so wish
To be in your arms
Dearest blue sky
I feel no wind, for my wings are broken
Yet my desire looms
And my soul reeks of hope
If i shall fall ,
Let me fall into you

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