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We fit each other
like a perfect pair of wings
We almost reached the stars
but
when our wings don't flatter in sync
we had to fall
We had our disagreements
misunderstandings
And it kept us on the ground
All it would have taken
is for both of us
to step down that pride
for us to fly again
Neither of us made a move
and we kept standing
on the graveyard of thorns
watered with tears
Standing close
yet too far
to feel each others pain
and we remain
a broken pair of wings...
by VannQwerty h.s.t.