“Even when they tried to clip your wings you learned to fly.”

If your dreams fade over time maybe all they need is to evolve.

Today I let the intrusive thoughts in, so that I may live a better tomorrow.

A part of you lives within me so that I never feel too far from home.

Choosing to take a break doesn’t mean you have failed.

If this is all the energy I have then I reserving it for myself.

I am searching for a love that is just a little old – fashioned.

In a world that glorifies being tough choose to be soft.

I was broken when you left but I’d be equally broken if you stayed.

I am sorry for all that I have put you through my dearest heart.

Stop chasing dreams that are made for someone else.

Take your time I’ll still be here whenever you need me.

I may not speak loudly but my dear that is why I write.

If I’m not your type please don’t try to mould me into her.

Welcome the compliments, you deserve them more than you believe.

Every obstacle along the part is a part of your story.

You are not required to make yourself digestible for others.

If I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.

I send you videos of birds you keep pointing out my wings.

I learned to play with the monsters under my bed. I gave angel wings to the demons in my head. I asked the voices in my mind to sing sweet lullabies and finally, I found the love and fire in my own eyes.

Like a busy fairy smiling in its own melancholy on unending Friday nights, the loving wings of my realistic fantasies, spread themselves as wide as the sea.

Let me lay in the forest of your mind and let me wake to the beating of wings in the garden of your heart.

She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

The velvet veins running through my deep-colored wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart’s frosty rays.