02.19.15

Beautiful. 🙂

The White Crayon

A halo of fire
And wings made out of stone
Maybe I couldn’t fly
But in my dreams I’m soaring through the sky alone
And so, I carry these wings
Though heavy they may be
Searching for a cliff
A gateway to my dreams
where innocent words and meaningless smiles
don’t come off as fire from my mouth
Where angels aren’t judged from having halos of fire
And wings made out of stone
can still be spread out to fly

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