Broken wings. An angel falls from the sky above. Now I know even I could not catch him. Broken feelings as he leaves.
Breathless I stand for he took my breath away. I can see the universe in those gray eyes. If only he gave me more time to explore it. 
Such beauty mixed with so much pain as I watch him walk away. Now I stand alone with only tears running down my cheeks and the little black feather I hold from my fallen angel's broken wings. I still have the memory's but my angel still walked away and I know now we never could have flown away. For my angel was broken even before he broke his wings.
 

By Marina Vos

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