I had wings, once.
They were lovely things,
Soft and white and pure.
They cast such pretty shadows,
Carrying me up and up and up.
I decided to catch a cloud,
Wisps between my fingers,
But nobody told me you couldn’t;
They just slip through, like innocence,
And I was left disheartened.
Wings failing,
I fell down into the dark,
Hating my wings,
So soft and white and pure,
Casting such pretty lies
As I fell down and down and down.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC
I had wings, once.
They were lovely things,
Soft and white and pure.
They cast such pretty shadows,
Carrying me up and up and up.
I decided to catch a cloud,
Wisps between my fingers,
But nobody told me you couldn’t;
They just slip through, like innocence,
And I was left disheartened.
Wings failing,
I fell down into the dark,
Hating my wings,
So soft and white and pure,
Casting such pretty lies
As I fell down and down and down.