Staring at her beautiful wings
I wonder how those came to be
She flits she floats all through the sky
Oh what it must be like to fly
I paint my wings so I can see what she gets naturally
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Poems of Sorts
PoetryThese are some poem type things and short stories/texts/writings I've written. Usually I write them when I'm sad or trying to process something, but I thought I'd put some here.
