I'm not fishing sir
There's no bait
Just a broken wife
Crumbled red velvet cake
Needing my best friend
So there's a gain of weight
And draven can see
A happy daddy
A Bird with a broken wing.
The others flew away,
Yet he's there, alone.
The Others knew it was coming.
Gave up on Him.
Yet they were a Flock.
Weren't they always suppose to be?
Poor Bird all alone,
No one to save him.
H...
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Rain falls,
Hitting me hard.
Tears from my eyes.
Thunder roars,
Shaking me entirely.
Deep in my chest.
Lightning strikes,
Slashing my heart.
Ending my pain.
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