Author Information
Paper Wings
Folder:
*~ Charlie ~* August 13th, 2004
My angel gave me wings
Without any strings
The wings were made
With love to parade
With feathers of white
To show trust in sight
With roses of red
For the beauty of love shed
The wings were perfect
There isnt one regret
Embroidered with hints of gold
To show that I was sold
But I lost my mind
When I come to find
The wings so full of desire
Were paper, and he set them on fire
AWESOME WORK
ON THIS POEM