Ill give myself wings-ill paint them on-dig them deep into me-ill give myself wing in hopes I will fly and be heading were I know I am suppose to be-and with my wings I will keep myself warm, and feel protected and only need myself-and with my wing I will be beautiful-and be what all you need of me-and it will all seem to fit just like its suppose to-and I will belong-and be whole-and not be missing- but I don't have my wings so you'll just have to wait until I find the right ink-my perfect design-until then you'll just have to take me as I am.
