Learning to fly. Trusting the fact there will always be someone there to catch you. Someone there to listen. To hold. To talk to. To help. For the most reason to love. This fallen angel whispered I can fly then jumped hoping for someone to catch her. Someone to love her for she didn't love herself. She had the most beautiful hair and a gorgeous face. But she didn't care. All she hoped for was love. She wanted to fly. She wanted to be an angel. As an angel they must learn to use their wings. Then to learn to fly.
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a/n
Think deeper than the words I write. See deeper than the words.
YOU ARE READING
Realize
AléatoirePoems by Dana on. Realizations of the world. Some make sense but some don't. Some of these are things I go through. Things I went through. Some that which in my opinion is true.
