Hmm i can never seem to come up with titles..if anyone has a good one for this id love to hear you suggestions and also your critques. thanks
Simply ironic.
I always wanted to fly away
But once I got my wings, they collasped as I was in mid air.
And now I\'ve been compelled to use my legs for walking.
Still, I don\'t know which way I should travel,
Where I need to go.
You whisper\"Love, no ones going to miss you.\"
And I compliment you on your such droll behavior.
And everyone moves at such a fast pace now.
Their bodies barely a blur.
I\'m still stuck at normal speed; my one and only malfunction.
I still continue walking though, and I come to a fork in the road.
I went left while everyone before me went right.
But how was I to know?
I\'m going on alone again
Searching profusely for one last phrase from you.
And I finally recognized the sensation
Of what it feels like to be the last match in a matchbox
So cold,
Waiting for your chance to be striked, and burned.
I\'m so icy I don\'t think I can ever unfreeze.
But if I had my wings
I could fly away to an island
With a tropical climate and sweat away all my guilt.
