It was me...

It was me.
I had time when i was broken.
I had time when i was happy.
It was me. I was too open,
And in words I was too slappy.

And sometimes when i was crying
(it had happened in the evenings)
I imagined i was flying
Till the moment started wingless.

I was falling like a comet,
But i hoped that during this
Someone mad and enamored
Made his biggest biggest wish.


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