Golden Wings

All I want is to fly,
fly with golden wings that take me beyond
beyond where my brown ones can go
Fly to a destination so high that I’m friends with the stars and the sky.

When I’m there, will I smile?
When I’m there, will I fall in love with the sky?
Tell me, giver of golden wings, what’s the price?

There are no free lunches, they say
So do my wings cost me my humanity?
my sanity? or will they lead me to vanity…
Tell me, giver of golden wings, how will I have to pay?

All I want is to fly,
to be mindless and be friends with the stars and the sky.
Too bad I’m still human, and worry about the price
Giver of golden wings, thank you for teaching me to try.

 

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Memories of us

In this moment I can rejoice
the time we were together,
the time we made a choice.
It doesn’t matter if our love is gone
because I want to hold on
to the songs and smiles
even if they were lies.

No apologies please,
I still want you in my memories
There will be days when tears fall
and the sound of your name my heart will call
leaving me with nothing to do
but hold on to the memories of you
I won’t ask you to come back
because true love was left in the past.

Birthday Special

Hello all you lovely people! So, four days ago it was my birthday and I realized a few things-

On your birthday you realize how many people out there really care for you. A small “Happy birthday”on your facebook timeline shows that someone noticed your name and decided to take out a few seconds from procrastination to wish you. Or, someone actually looked for your name out of god-knows-how-many contacts and typed out a cute little birthday message with a couple of emojis  to send via text. Or, the fewer amazing people who decided to call you up after weeks/ months/ years just to wish you and remind you that they’re always there for you. It doesn’t matter if they took two seconds or twenty minutes, it just shows that you matter to them and they matter to you.

This is thank you to all those lovely people who are out there and think about me at least once a year, you mean a lot to me.

~ Angie