I’m a little bird with broken wings

That eats only the crumbs of your love.

The sky rains on me

There is no shelter inside of you.

Turn you back always at me.

I can’t see your eyes

Or touch your skin,

Hug you or feel you in my heart.

There is so much that’s hidden.

My wings are broken…

A pain crosses my heart

It is killing me.

I can’t survive on little crumbs

It is not enough to stand me up

I’m famine and skinny…

Dying a little every single day.

My feathers fall to the ground

As if they were drops of tears.

The air around me pollutes my senses 

Suffocates…

Squeezes… 

Cause there is no care…

Or missing me.

Offer lies to fulfil my desires.

In silent nights…I don’t sleep

On sunshine days… it thunders

Illusions, masquerades…

The big web with it strings

Catches the bird with broken wings

She is his pray… 

Only, if I could fly…away… with my broken wings

Only, if I had the strength to do so…

I would fly…fly…fly…away…far…far…

From this love that’s destroying me…

Love is beautiful only when it is shared

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