Broken
i could have been a tiger alive and free
but you where there to capture me
i could have been a snow white dove
and fly to the highest height
but you where there to cut my wings
so that i may not fly.
i could have loved
but you where there
to trap me in your cold dark cellar
where the only thing to keep me company
is my own shadow
i could have been a different girl
but i was to busy piecing my heart back together
from a love gone bad.
poem by Faith Franklin
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