She declared and blantantly assumed.
"It's nothing more than a broken wing,"
Scarcely admitting the pain she would sing.
"It's only a sprain; it heals over time,"
Embracing this fact would make it seem fine.
"Now it may haunt me, but yes it will fade,"
She continued on hoping and besiegingly prayed.
"It may now be shreded, but could be glued,"
In this way, however, it cannot be persued.
"She always smiles; why should she be crying?"
Denying the fact that inside she's dying.
"Now it's a scar, the pain is no more,"
Convincing herself she's not longer sore.
"It's only a blade, this way should be quick,"
Though the sight of the red is making her sick.
"I'm a soldier, I fought, now in honor I lie,"
She whispered these words as her only goodbye.
SiMpLy;
Emilem
Emilem
Yeaahh ..I major in Literature at a Governor's School, so I really hope that's not viewed as "miniscule" talent.
