Tattered Wings

My wings may be tattered, That doesn't mean I can't fly. I may be small, That doesn't mean I can't reach the tallest mountains. Dead might I be, It means not that I cannot live life to the fullest. It means not that I cannot have love, Friendship and knowledge. If no one was left, No one at all, I would still be here Standing proud and tall. But If I were to lose you; Tattered, my wings would be. Small, dead, lonely inside Would I be. -Ariana Kulikov