Will you be the one?

[AnotherBrokenDoll]

She feels as though shes a pupet,

Dangling by her strings,

The world is in control,

Her heart her only wings.

 

But what good are the wings,

When broken they surely are,

So she is left to dangle,

The controller never far.

 

Its as though shes waiting,

For that heart of hers to mend,

But she wonders if its possible,

Can broken hearts learn to fend?

 

So still she hangs,

Threaded to these strings,

Moving in the way the world defines,

Broken, beating, wings.

 

She dreams to fly,

She dreams to feel,

She dreams to be,

To simply live, To be but real.

 

And when the world,

Has had its fun,

It leaves her on her own,

Broken wings, on a child oh so young.

 

Teach me to fly,

Oh won't you teach me to feel?

She whispers in vein,

Her lonliness is quite real.

 

Will you be the one to save her,

To hold her close,

So tight.

Will you be the one to call her beautiful,

Feed her dreams,

Tonight.

[Blazer]

I liked it ...

[AnotherBrokenDoll]

Thankyou Blazer

[Beoslasher]

Very beautiful poem Broken

Such a sad poem, but beautiful words come from a beautiful soul

so I am sure that you will find the perfect person who can mend your wings.