Twinkle Twinkle
My feet
If I should wake before I die
I pray there tattered wings to fly
Twinkle Twinkle
Empathic strain
I never want to feel again
Trapped here in this world so cold
Where 'self' is wrong and 'us' is gold
Twinkle Twinkle
Falling tear
How I wonder why I'm here.
Twinkle Twinkle
Twinkle Twinkle My feet If I should wake before I die...Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!


