I wonder if your wings can stay afloat
from those tears on the nights where I am missing you a little more.
I wonder if they help you swim
or if you struggle under the weight that drips down from my eyes.
I wonder if I should build you a boat
to give those wings a break, I assume they'd be a little sore.
I wonder if with time your wings will dim
if your heart pounds and thuds to the beat of my cries.
But I hope your wings grow and blossom
every time I get an ice cream cone and think of you and smile.
But I hope you fly higher
when I spread love to others to heal my mourning pain.
But I hope you glisten with the stars and proceed to draw some
on nights where I melt into the grass and search for your face for a while.
But I hope your love continues to burn like a fire
when I swirl and dance in the puddles of those cold winter rains.
Comments1
Good write, and a shared light, sleep tight, and goodnight
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