Dearest Angel, Why do you keep on clipping your wings? You were born to touch the sky, I know how much you loved flying. Yet now I only see the sun setting in your eyes. The sky I've fallen in love with is not the same without you in it.
Dearest Angel, Are you okay? I see trails of ashes. It's raining charcoal. The sky burns and I guess it burns you too, well a part of you at least. I can no longer see your wings. Why do you keep hurting yourself?
Dearest Angel, How are you? I haven't seen you in a while. I guess you have moved on. I wish I did too.
Dearest Angel, I long to see you.
Dearest Angel, A blinding light talked to me,it showed me where I'll find you.
Dearest Angel, My back hurts. I think I'm starting to grow wings. It hurts being able to see you, but can't touch you.
Dearest Angel, I tried cutting my wings like you did, it's not that easy. I can't get rid of it.
Dearest Angel, Now I understand why you had to burn your wings.
*Dearest Angel, Why didn't you tell me? I burnt my wings, and myself too.