Time to Fly

by *Love is a game*   May 11, 2006


His hair
Tangling from the wind
If love is wrong
I have sinned
Moon shinning
On his pale, dry, skin
We've been here since the sun went dim
His hand
Lifts and
Touching my face
Feels like I'm floating
Off into space
Bright green eyes
Staring into mine
They're so fierce
Yet so kind
The sun
Just about to rise
I can't look away
From his beautiful eyes
He checks his watch
For the time
Then I look at mine
He whispers
So softly in my ear
"I have to go dear"
Nodding my head
I got up at once
My heart is about to bust
I say goodbye
I watch as he starts to fly
Feeling I will surely cry
His wings
Coming from out his back
I hear a defining crack
He spreads them
Giving me just one kiss
Something I will always miss
Walking home
Looking up at the dark sky
This is where he went
When he died
I hang my head
Still walking along
Then it hits me
I am alone

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