We have wings.
Theirs glisten and glitter and shine in the sun
as we dance on out mountaintop. They are happy and
sing in their glorious confidence.
They are beautiful.
My wings hide.
I think them dull and drab, not anything that
anyone would care to look at
as I
stand by myself and watch them dance. I am
shy and alone in my outcast state of mind...
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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About Me
- Quill
- I'm deliciously random, in case you couldn't tell from reading my blog. I go off on tangents--often. And I have mental mood swings. I can go from happy and optimistic to brooding and sulky in a matter of minutes. But I'm lovable. I own a vivid imagination, and a good heart. I'm a shoulder to cry on, if you need it, and I'll try and offer my best advice. In a nutshell, I think I'm a good person--not to be egotistic, or anything. Blargh. Oh, and I like to ramble, too. Just a bit. So I'm gonna stop now. Yeah. Just like that.
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ReplyDeleteVery beautiful, but sad.
Dance, girl! Your wings are lovely.