Why arn't people born with wings?

I'm the individualist who seeks a relationship,
but my soul is like the wind and demands to be left alone.
A dilemma where I'm torn between body and spirit,
feelings and mind.
Sometimes I feel that I don't fit in anywhere,
but then again. Other times I feel like the whole world's a "perfect match".
I'ts awkward, this longing my heart keeps torturing my banished soul with. It makes me feel cursed, blessed,
both at the same time.
Blessed by the wind,
and cursed by the world.
It feels like I have a human heart, but a bird's soul.
Why aren't people born with wings?






Poetry by MoonChild
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Written on 2005-08-28 at 16:19

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wolfthepoet
quite lovely
2006-06-24


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
I'ts awkward - It's awkward

Might be better if you broke up the lines here, it would read a lot better. Not sure too with having perfect match in speech marks.

But a good piece, maybe we are born with wings, before we get to this life!
2005-08-28