A crap poem about Annael falling
I want to spread my feathered wings
I want to run
I want to leap,
I want to fly
I want to fall
I don't want to hurt anymore,
I want see that bright blue sky
Before my grace
Catches fire
And my wings,
They shred and tear
But it's better than being there,
I want to feel
I want to love,
I want to smile
I want to hug
If falling means
I get to feel,
And leave behind
This nasty chill,
I will fall back,
And spread my wings,
And I will smile,
For its my will.
- by
It's really bad, but then again I haven't written a poem for a while, if I ever do another one I'll post it