(sonnet)

Nothing can fly with this broken wing
So here’s a gift in this feather
Now mad like a rotten king
I cannot go with you together
I used to have a crush on you
I try to fight the feelings out of me
Part of me wants anew
Most of me wants to leave you be
I flew before you shot me down
Now I look at you with my golden – brown eyes
Till I see my angel in a heavenly gown
I tell you now, I will never say bye
I lay by my broken wing
Never it will heal, sorrow I sing

 
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