Broken Wings

I can feel them,
Slowly theyâ??re forming together.
Again they renew themselves,
making themselves better.

Why? I donâ??t know.

The rips in my wings
are visible to the eye.
Soaking wet
From the tears Iâ??ve cried.

They have a force;
Itâ??s helping build and repair.
All things I couldnâ??t get past
all the things I couldnâ??t bear.

The force has a smile
that apparently not even I could resist.
The automatic desire
from the temptation on my lips.

The eyes so piercing
the laugh so tame.
What do I call this dark knight,
I donâ??t know his name.

His hair shields his face
that hides from his depression.
The longer I wait to talk
It deepens my obsession.

He doesnâ??t know heâ??s doing it
Repairing this heart of mine.
I wish and hope every night
That his and my heart combine.

That crooked little smile
That forms across his face.
It seems to keep me drawn in
And help at a tight embrace.

Those perfect little hands
Everytime we fight.
Helps repair my wings,
Getting them ready to take their first flight.

Along with the heart in my chest
That constant thump, thump, thump in my ears.
It starts to thump louder
The closer and closer he nears.

My wings can almost fly
It seems only a couple of Tylerâ??s away.
But until they spread far and wide,
Broken wings they will forever stay.