There was once a girl of eighteen who lost her wings and fell down to the earth below. Crying every night. Everyone called her names saying that she wasn't loved and that she should die. She kept telling herself that she had fallen and could no longer be truly loved until she found her lost wings.
There was once a girl of eighteen who was sitting in a park on a bench when a little girl came up to her and asked if she was from heaven because the older girl had the same marks on her skin. Which reminded the little girl of her mother, saying her mother was searching for her lost wings the same way too.
There was once a girl of eighteen who jumped from a cliff with one last note stuck to a cross in the ground that said: "I'm going to spread my wings and hope to fly away to a different home."
People around who knew and saw the girl of eighteen say that when she jumped she flew away with a pair of angle wings and was going to her true home, all the way up to heaven.
~<~3~Lythn
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PoetryThese are going to be some poems((they might be really crappy and for that I'm sorry)), other ones I really love from this site, or books, and I will tell you who wrote them and what book they're from. This will mostly be updated when I'm bored and...
