wings - draft

I am walking down the concrete street
And I hear the thumping of a sound
That seems vaguely familiar.
A steady rhythmic sound
I feel the force of a wind
Behind my back, powerful
uplifting me
I do not feel my feet touch the floor
Oh my God I am flying
I feel the wings on my back
Making that steady rhythmic sound
Thumping - the beating of the air

The girl with the angel wings

I met a girl at the club. A girl with porcelain skin, and angel wings tattooed on her back. We talked a little bit. She came to support a friend. But she left early and her number I did not get. Damn. Now she flies through my dreams. A porcelain angel with tattooed wings on her back.

Love is short, forgetting is so long

if You meant her for me incline her heart to me.
otherwise remove this memory I have of her.
Her beautiful smile.
The memory of our witty conversations.
Remove them all
Let them fade like our footprints on the shoreline
Washed away by the tide of time.

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Good writing here.

YM

Silence

When you stay silent
like the night sky
And your eyes glisten and
Glimmer like the distant stars
I will be here by your side
The lonely shore waiting
For the evening tide.

Where you go in the dakrness
of your night I am always here
forever waiting,
The Moon waiting for his bright Sunshine

My love is not like an echo
That demands a reply
I love you because I love you.
There is no other reason why

My heart is made of stone - morning poetry

Touch me there and see if I care
My heart is made of stone
I am immune to despair

(Stuff I write in the morning)