As i lay sleeping that morning,
an hour of high vulnerability...my love lost his wings.
Became human, no more an angel. Like his dismembered wings,
my trust butchered...some angel, eh?

now he has come to me,
begging me to secure his wings,
back where they belong.
he is obviosly in pain.
he has cried and cried.
he needs my love.

i wipe his tears,
attach the wings,
kiss them all better.
my confidant says i did the right thing.
...but wut does my heart say?

for my angel flew too fast.
couldnt keep control.
he spilled his blood in a moment of exhileration.
he bled.
just to realize his love for me.
poor poor angel, you didnt need to bleed 4 me.
 
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