Broken Wings
She's split amongst the two
One a girl unheard of,
Few see little from
Who gawks at the slivered moon
through blotchy eyes,
Welled up tears as big as moon pies
The other a girl who holds up her fibs
Conjurring by magic,
A cloak to mask the lies
Who catches tears before they slip
Neither bangs or pursed lips
Can hide the sadness in her eyes
Both are placed with broken wings
She pulls her head together and flies
ME; this one note she sings
Copyright © Shandy Potes-Mangra | Year Posted 2005
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