Broken I lay
Waiting
Helpless as a dove
With broken wings
Waiting for Wing-Breaker
To return
Perhaps to break a leg
This time
Or maybe pluck some feathers.
Afraid to run
Afraid to stay
Afraid to try to fly
Again.
Just waiting.
Then your path led you
to me
(Or was it mine
Leading to you?)
With gentle hands
you held this broken dove
Like a porcelain treasure
Filling the cracks in my heart
With silent assurance;
Of love
Of loyalty
Of faithfulness.
You carried me away.
On a path all our own
Mending my broken wings
With your gentle eyes.
Teach me how to fly again.
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Written June 9th, 2006
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Oooh I didn't know that...huh. I'll call you right now eh?
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HEEEEYY
you have to call me sometime kasey... just to clarify wing breaker refers to... not ryan. yeah. the other guy. the one who needs to die... anyways, glad you both liked it!!
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i love this poem. its so interresting how you represented yourself as a broken dove. that was really neat. i love the flow of the poem too, it was perfect. awesome write. ~kelsey
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Heey...sorry I didn't post this up earlier. *sigh* Daaaaang.
I love this poem, it's amazing. I'm glad you found your Wing Breaker, seriously. I'm sorry I may seem a bit ....mad? at him or something like that, but we both know you can't always be holding each other. It's hard to get to know a guy who's holding on to your best friend the whole time you're talking.
I do think it's great though, and I'm happy for you. This is an amazing poem (as I said before) and I'm quite glad you wrote it.
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