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mercy dream
but tonight you're a literal angel,
complete with avian wings
and amber halo,
i walk up the stairs,
turn left, turn left again,
and you're sitting on the bed,
plucking feathers off your wings,
one-by-one, so i
know what's wrong,
you're feeling sunk, undeserving,
desolate,
don't even notice me
till i sit in the bed
and fiddle with the pieces,
i ask,
"why are you removing your feathers?"
you pause,
as if my every word were
omens from god,
and eventually respond,
"maybe i'm not loveable, maybe i
was never meant to fly
above the clouds, or bathe in sun"
no surprise, but i
let your words
sink into my recesses,
my gaze meets yours, i smile,
grabbing a handful of feathers
which i toss into the air,
"look!
it's snowing, baby,"
and hope returns, nestling
into the corners of your mouth
like magic.
complete with avian wings
and amber halo,
i walk up the stairs,
turn left, turn left again,
and you're sitting on the bed,
plucking feathers off your wings,
one-by-one, so i
know what's wrong,
you're feeling sunk, undeserving,
desolate,
don't even notice me
till i sit in the bed
and fiddle with the pieces,
i ask,
"why are you removing your feathers?"
you pause,
as if my every word were
omens from god,
and eventually respond,
"maybe i'm not loveable, maybe i
was never meant to fly
above the clouds, or bathe in sun"
no surprise, but i
let your words
sink into my recesses,
my gaze meets yours, i smile,
grabbing a handful of feathers
which i toss into the air,
"look!
it's snowing, baby,"
and hope returns, nestling
into the corners of your mouth
like magic.
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