The tips of her wings were once dipped in blood
and there was a time when she wore a halo of barbed wire...
that I saw turn to rust in lonely late night rain,
when she was younger.
I read their eyes when they
saw her walk across the stage,
when they watched her try to fly with wings that they
had created for her in their minds,
I heard their hearts laugh
when they saw her relationships come and go
and fade over time....
They had no right to judge, she was still beautiful despite the mistakes.
I watched as she searched for the soft part of her heart,
for the flame in her soul that seemed
to have been extinguished
when she sighed,
how she sat and cried because there was nobody to hold her,
because she felt the wings were too heavy,
and that she could never let go,
that her halo had cut too deep and would be a permanent
crown of her failures.
I watched her
when they first met,
the way she smiled and he seemed to say all of the right things,
how he held her face and removed the false crown with gentle hands,
how he turned her around and pulled the wings out from her back...
through her tears I saw her smile, and I saw him smile back, felt deep in my heart their love for each other...
how they understood each other's souls,
how they both wanted to kiss, but couldn't admit it,
and when they did
the world seemed
to fade away behind them,
Stone hearts are hard to crack and
I watched,when hers shattered during their first kiss and
she
took in a deep breath full of love, of dreams, of hope,
for the first time in a long time.
The wings hang in her closet, because he knows she would rather
be barefoot, running
and chasing after dreams...
the barbed wire halo is under his bed,
and when I took one last look at it, I
saw
flowers intertwined with the thorns.
Love conquers all,
ths angel is free.
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