as you sit there in your corner
so delicate
so fragile
your wings are slowly loosing their charm
and are rapidly deatching from your skin
so lovely

i wish i could just briefly
pass my hand through your hair
as it bows by the wind
like touching the most beautiful silk

your heart was as glass
...easily broken
your tears were sliding down your face
and vanished as they hit the floor
every single one of them carried their own story
their own pain
their own misery
you looked up and saw me
your eyes where yelling help
i ran to you to comfort you
but all i saw...
was your departure.

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