We All Fall Down

Both of us were damaged yet, we tried literal broken lines. He was right winged and I was left winged, I hid under his, we lifted with mine. Both of us were needy flights, wing singed like Icarus we fell down I was left winged and he was right winged I lifted him and yet he held me down. Both of us were novices at love, pigeons with tried, tired roles. He was right winged and I was left winged, his sheltering wing took such a toll. Both of us were desperate for love so, we nested for some long time. I was left winged and he was right winged yet, down we fell, when we wished to climb. *Dedicated to all the damaged ones who tried.