I work hard to keep you alive,
wrapped in delicate feathers of angel wings.
It's a sacred passion of mine.
For you it's not enough
you always want more.
Grain by grain I am dissolving like a headache cure.
Rue the day when soft wings lift
to find a heart so underwhelmed,
my words engraved on it
in past tense.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2014
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
I work hard to keep you alive,
wrapped in delicate feathers of angel wings.
It's a sacred passion of mine.
For you it's not enough
you always want more.
Grain by grain I am dissolving like a headache cure.
Rue the day when soft wings lift
to find a heart so underwhelmed,
my words engraved on it
in past tense.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2014