My wing's are tired. Tired of the claw mark's they bare from family and friend's. The glitter is faint to see as it has been rubbed off and fallen off along the way.
The once perfect wing's are tired of keeping me afloat when there is no one to trust and I am all alone. Tired from yelling and insult's being thrown there way. Tired and almost broken but just not yet.
They are tired and frayed but thay stay strong and hold me up even when my body is tired from the day and ready to rest. They are part of me and will be restored back to there glitter and flutter away. But I know they will get tired once more!
COMMENTS
-