there's a storm coming I can see the clouds
of depression forming in the horizon
as the ashes of my burnt memories fill the sky
I've been estranged from Love and my dreams
a fool for everything I once believed
oh pretty raven don't pull away from me
kindred spirit please teach Me to fly
I have held within my struggles and pain
I have felt the wetness of a thousand tears stream
from my eyes
these wounds are stabbed deep
and they never seem to heal
I've been a captive to solitude
abandoned by everything that I once held dear
oh pretty raven
you dark angel
please take me with you
teach me to fly
as she flew away
she said It's not your time
an a thousand more tears streamed
from my eyes
~ D Donner ~
I miss everything
Great write .
KS
Wow! Incredible!!!! Ps I also
Wow! Incredible!!!! Ps I also liked it because I have dark hair
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I'm Black & I'm Proud
and my wings are tattered, flying is difficult - so I use words to soar and poems to escape gravity. Fly poet. Fly! The horizoned view is panoramic from two hundred feet up. Ravens are fickle anyway. Soar with your eagle kin. :D & :D ~a~