Brocken Wings Poem by miss shushu

Brocken Wings



THEIR WAS ALITTLE BIRD IN MY GARDEN...
AND SUDDENLLY SHOOTING VOICES APPEAR TO GO LOUDER...
MY HEART IS LIKE THE BIRDS WING BROKEN...
IN LOVE THEIR IS BIRDS AND GUNS,
I KNOW THE BIRD IS CRYING.. IAM JUST LIKE THAT BIRD.
THE BIRD IS WAITTING ON THE WINDOW AND IAM WAITING ON THE DOOR......

Saturday, December 20, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,iam,voices
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