Oct 2017
Papier-mâché wings I climb to the heavens
touch the sun
There’s no need for safety with a pair of wings,
I’m willing to find out what this life can mean,
There’s little hope of return,
My wings slowly burning away the warmth is so close.
I open my eyes and I see your face.
It’s never been so close.
touch the sun
There’s no need for safety with a pair of wings,
I’m willing to find out what this life can mean,
There’s little hope of return,
My wings slowly burning away the warmth is so close.
I open my eyes and I see your face.
It’s never been so close.
That blissful “lovey” feeling when you have a crush on your lover, anytime you see them it’s like the first time all over again ❤️
