once the skies were mine
through the air I flew
heaven was so fine
and every day was new

I thought it'd last forever
but fate is not a friend
though I'd surrender never
all good things must end

the hate of hopeless souls
and broken dreams like shards of glass
fills my spirit with unseen holes
and weighs on me like a mass

there's a place that's without age
where the angel's choir sings
but the earth, it is my cage
and I'm left with broken wings
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this is a poem that I wanted to write about an angel, it was inspired by a beautiful peice of art that I don't have the link for, if I find it I will link it here
also, thanks a ton to  FURMEDIA who featured this poem in their show earlier tonight, I finished it about a week ago and sent it to them

Feedback and suggestions are always appreciated.