Wings

Wings

By Allie Marie

 

We are just fragile things.

We hold on by feathered wings.

Please do not ask me to fly,

if you do I might have to lie

and I’ll just float on by.

 

You drew me a map,

but there’s no directions to the sky.

When I’m ready, I’ll make my laps.

I may get lost, but I’ll try.

Won’t fall for your trap, take it back.

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