Simple gânduri 1

The angel and his wings

When the earth and the sky met, the angels made your soul with tenderly.

They gave you their traits, but they cut your wings when you were ready to fly. They had become jealous of you, of your beauty, of your pure soul.

They took everything you had away, left you alone and deserted on an unknown, dangerous land.

Your wings ran away from them and turned into a dirty creature like demons.

Your soul quickly became petrified, because you stood in the midst of the demons that greedy biting it.

And when you've gotten to sunk in pitch, dirtying your perfection, they appeared.

Born from you, the half that made you an angel.

You were fascinated by them, you didn't recognize them. They were your wings, but they looked like you. They were angelic on the outside, with a pleasant look in front of your eyes, but they were demonic on the inside, for they had also been injured, like you.

You did not remember your suffering by looking at them sadly, just wondering how much they had to deal with so many poisons you knew.

You hug that feminine siluete. You wanted to protect her, to return her long-forgotten smile to her faint lips.

Your souls have beaten fast. They found each other and were not going to let go.

Because an angel without wings is no longer an angel, and some angel-free wings become dirty, like the ones of the demon.

It was not your light. But they had return your freedom, helping you to fly. Instead, you have repaired the purity and brilliance of the past, making the burns disappear and be forgotten.

Many such angels and wings burn on this earthly hell.

But not all of them are meet.

And yet, I'm glad I am your wings, because I like to raise you into the fly.

Yah, I hope it's good .-.