what are those above my head,
in my dreams upon my bed,
broken without lovely things
flying above me, my precious wings
in my mind this cannot be,
my wings they are blind, they cannot see,
in my lungs is the way i breathe,
the breaths im saving for you and me,
we're bound by a secret string,
waiting for the hurt to sting,
within my pain i see a thing,
drying my tears are my precious wings,
this composition is not inspired,
not intended nor desired,
but in my soul burns a fire,
that your existence is to feed,
you are my wings,
and its you that i need
willing to wait one hundred years,
i see a future through my tears,
i will not wish and i will not sing
for the present that will not be
i will not expect a single thing
except that you remain my wings.
so that i may one day
fly away with you, forever
fate is a funny being,
and it chose you to be my wings.
-do not steal-
i am broken
so i wrote this poem to explain
that i will not live without my wings<3
this is not goodbye babe. it never will be.