jaygurl

A chilling wing twists 'round my waist, A thought of fear needs to be faced. Why I think of you? Not sure. You're making every thought impure. I throw my hands up to the sky, And pray that, someday, I could fly, To float above this senseless pain, Would be your loss; would be my gain. Are these feelings all my fault? I should have locked them in my vault. I should have listened, told no one, I should have covered what he'd done. But now, I'm glad, I turn away, For I've forgiven every day, Of harsh commands and painful scars, My burdens lay upon the stars.