Like an Angel

My heart yearns

For with envy, desire,

I fall from grace.

And hell?

Wherever you are not,

So here are my feet, rooted on earth,

Wanting the wings to set me free.

Separation, it was inevitable.

With no strings comes change

You move to one college

And I another.

Yet always you're there in my mind.

The End

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