I Write Poetry
On black wings of change
held many mysteries.
Colors dug so deep
All the secrets I keep.
Dripping from the raven
your pain, fear and heaven.
Stories never told,
Held in a love so bold.
All the secrets I keep
fly on my black wings.
On black wings of change
held many mysteries.
Colors dug so deep
All the secrets I keep.
Dripping from the raven
your pain, fear and heaven.
Stories never told,
Held in a love so bold.
All the secrets I keep
fly on my black wings.
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therighttothink50 · 56-60, M
The black wings of change forever remain the same,
Caught in a spiral, so many thoughts remain, which one can not tame,
Secrets from within nobody else could know,
The claws of the raven dragging one to and fro,
My thoughts cemented within me,
Unable to break free,
Secrets forever locked away, kept at bay,
Unable to find the light, Locked away and unable to ever take flight,
Just left without a morning and forever stuck within the darkness of night.
Caught in a spiral, so many thoughts remain, which one can not tame,
Secrets from within nobody else could know,
The claws of the raven dragging one to and fro,
My thoughts cemented within me,
Unable to break free,
Secrets forever locked away, kept at bay,
Unable to find the light, Locked away and unable to ever take flight,
Just left without a morning and forever stuck within the darkness of night.