.:: Winged Lonliness ::.
I'm fragile,
Like a butterfly.
That's what you used to call me.
You said I was your angel,
Your one and only angel,
And that we'd fly away
On our cautions in the wind.
I grew my wings for you,
Let them flow behind me,
You saw the way they fluttered,
The way the moon caught in their folds.
You saw them airborne,
In all their majesty,
Proud soaring through the star-flecked sky.
And when I flew,
You came with me,
Tearing trails in silver lined clouds.
But you grew bored of the sky,
Tired of the stars,
And weary of the clouds.
You longed for ground,
And made your way down,
Taking my single raindrop tear with you,
And the lone memory
Of my naked soul.
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