Poem: The Wings in Me

[scribblemyname]

When the fires of love ignited and burned,
When I realized all I’d ever learned
Could not compare to the wings in me
When your hand touched mine and set me free…

Then I chose my path anew—
I’d do it all again for you.
I want to run from this spell you weave,
But I’ve forgotten how to leave.

Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.

Comments

[scribblemyname]

I originally wrote this as part of the Kyro fanfic, "Like Day Follows Night," so it's safe to say that the relationship is potentially unhealthy. Or else he's just scared. (He wrote the poem.)

I never noticed I dropped the wings metaphor. Hm. :considers whether to do something about it:

[lithiumlaughter.livejournal.com]

Call it the English teacher eye. *grins*

Now I may have to saunter over to this fic and have a look-see.