Once,
When the day was cold
I decided that the world no
Longer needed me or my soul.
The knife in my hand disagreed
Though, for when I went to dug it
Into my skin, and when blood pours
On the ground, it did not forgive me
And I lived the next day. I was healed
And my brain renewed. For when I saw
Him, walking in pristine boots and a nice
Green cloak, I feel in love. He blew me on
A whole new different plane of existence.
The wings on his back were more then a
Happy feeling to my flightless life in
The dump that I call home, and
When he touched me with
Those pristine boots on
My head, I felt more
Relief then when
I was at home.
For he gave
Me flight
And I
Gave
Him
Love.
