Broken Wings
Broken wings
Broken dreams
Torn hearts bleeding from flaming darts
Love so scorned by two venomous bull horns
Mind keep dreaming
Soul keeps crying out in loud screaming
Venture into the subconscious thought of what true love is
The two cross paths blocking everything else out to focus on what's right in the center
Lifeless kisses from one to the other
No more sweet misses
Rose petals burning from the wreckage that was over churning
What was once wine is no nothing more than a dried up grapevine
Although if watered right it can be restored back to what was once fine
Broken dreams
Broken wings
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