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Heavenly
He still calls me his Angel,
as if my wings hadn't been torn off
the very moment I met him.
Tattered.
But stitched back together.
Woven deep within the promises
of magic and eternity.
Heaven.
A place he thinks I seek.
Oblivious to the heartwrenching fact
that I'd found it in his eyes.
as if my wings hadn't been torn off
the very moment I met him.
Tattered.
But stitched back together.
Woven deep within the promises
of magic and eternity.
Heaven.
A place he thinks I seek.
Oblivious to the heartwrenching fact
that I'd found it in his eyes.
Published 17th Jan 2021
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Homesick.
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19th Jan 2021 7:03pm
I almost thought this was about your dad or father figure, but the line "...been torn off
the very moment I met him." makes me think otherwise.
Hope you find each other again at some point. Tough to be separated.
the very moment I met him." makes me think otherwise.
Hope you find each other again at some point. Tough to be separated.
20th Jan 2021 1:31am
