Beautiful bird of Paradise,
Your wings are clipped and you can’t fly.
Imperceptible to the naked eye
Your scars are deep but so are mine,
Insecure and flawed in your own mind
You’re still
exquisite in my eyes
Shame and doubt are why you shy
Away from me as our paths collide
One’s wings clipped, The other’s broken
Time will heal, or so it’s spoken
That will be the day I’m hoping
We’ll fly again, so don’t lose focus
P.S. I am not liking this new Dashboard interface, AT ALL.
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