I'm a bird myself, <br />come and read my poems <br />the hurt is hidden well <br />but it'll still bleed through <br /> <br />Oh, I've sung myself to sleep, <br />I'm broken too <br />that's why I'll desperately <br />try and rescue you <br /> <br />Oh my wings are broken, with blood and soot <br />but I'm sure yours are too <br />Oh, I can't sing these songs alone <br />so I've saved this hug for you <br /> <br />Oh my wings are torn and hurting, <br />but I'm sure yours are too <br />Oh, I can't make it this way <br />so I've saved this hug for you <br /> <br />So, anyone who's broken, <br />this world, I'll kick it's ass <br />how dare it rain so hard <br />on my little blade of grass!<br /><br />Kelly Zion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/people-rescue-2-little-blade-of-grass/
