It’s the sensation to fly,
But the feel of a broken wing.
It’s like knowing the light is there,
But being blind.
The pedals falling,
But never seeing the rose.
Knowing the abyss because you see it in your eyes,
The looming heart break of a thousand years,
And knowing it’ll always just barely be out of reach.

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