Take to the Air

January 31, 2011
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Broken hearted tears you’ll cry,
to get the wings for you to fly.
Away, away from love and hate,
not lost, not found, not ever late.

Level headed feelings show,
to teach you how to fight and grow.
The time, the time is lost again,
the ink; spilled with your blood red pen.

Filtered letters, shattered words,
to lose it all on wings of birds.
Away, away from this dear place,
not lost, not found, not void of grace.

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