There's a feather in my chest... I can feel it... whose wings are they though? Close your wings; you'll only soak them in my blood, and no longer fly. Mine? I cut them off - what difference would it make for me without my wings? If I like freefalling so much, I should just fall for the rest of my life... that's what you wanted to hear me say. Stop appoligizing. I won't accept your wings; they'll break, i'll break. and then you'd be broken. remove your feather from my chest... its hurting and i hear my own voice, remote from my self, screaming. this warmth...from your wings... hurts. <a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f133/Ravenevara/redfeather.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a>
Shiroi Shimi · Mon Dec 10, 2007 @ 06:59am · 0 Comments
