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Wounded Lover

Every time I think I am soaring,
I get shot down.

I used to fly like an eagle,
Now I can't lift myself off the ground.

With his love I was above the clouds,
but his betrayal landed me.

I want to fly again oh,
Will my wings ever mend?

My wounds will heal as minutes grow into hours and hours to days,
but my mind will never let go.
NotInsane NotInsane 22-25, F Jul 4, 2011

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