Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

Only angels have wings

Only angels have wings

The tree was strong and tall

with threaded roots that anchored it, kept it

grounded,

I was that emerald leaf that fluttered high 

in the passing breath of spring,

breathing in the swimming sunlight,

You climbed right to the top,

higher than most ever dared to-

danger enticed you and you were my long-lost dream,

For a while you stayed,

'in love' you were

with the siren of the tree,

beautiful she was

the siren in the tree,

unbreakable she was

that siren in the tree,

but winter's bitterness struck once more-

hard,

and I was left withered and damaged-

fragile,

and you didn't love me anymore-

tragic,

so I fell

down

         down

                 down

and shattered among the corpses 

of your previous 'loves',

and it was then that I realised that life is 

   so cruel.