My wings collecting dust..
This heart from tears shed begins to rust.
You've stomped through my garden,
the one in which my love for you once grew...
I've run out of seeds to plants for you.
You kiss my lips one day,
beat me innocently with your words the next.
With promises of faithful yet undying love you've kept me quiet.
And after all thats been said and done it seems as if neither of us has won.
I can't seem to break free of what once felt like heaven eternally caressing me.
What can fly with broken wings?