Losing to my demons

because I lose to my demons,

it doesn’t mean,

that I do not fight

Everyday

with my strength and broken soul

Only God knows,

the undying breath of a desperate heart

 

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her heart belongs

it is beautiful in the skies

above the clouds where a bed of white spreads

sometimes she wonders,

if her wings would stretch forever

and even then,

the stars were just too far

a little close,

but their twinkles were still faint

and so she returned

back into her little cage

the falling bricks and the rusty roof

turning to dust,

the memories of a young blood,

an ancient spirit,

returning to the skies,

where her heart belongs

 

 

 

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