She flew on wings gifted her in heaven
And soared amongst the clouds
Always out of reach from a mere mortal
But yet I craved her daily
I would watch as she would play with Angels
Her own angelic wings lifting her gracefully
How I longed for their embrace around me
And yet unnoticed I remained
So I paid a daemon to do my bidding
To bring down my love and lose her wings
So as to walk on this earth as one of us mortals
Then from my reach she’d be no more
But on losing her wings she lost her smile
Her playful ways were replaced with depression
My own cravings turned to sadness
As she carved a slither of the woman she once was
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
Be careful what you wish for, right?
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Very true. A flower may look lovely growing wild, but soon dies if picked and put in a buttonhole
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Better to watch the bird flying free than to clip its wings and keep it close. (Or angel, in this case…)
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So very true….A succubus however, that’s a different story 😉😂
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Really like this. A little Milton here?
I’ve had Milton on the brain lately.
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My mind is jaded and full of all manner of talented peers, that I simply couldn’t pinpoint a particular influence. That said, I am flattered by the reference.
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