Flightless

what has become of our hearts,

all this world is beautiful

but still, dark thoughts billow,

no man knows who hath sold his soul

for every ocean hides a floor below,

how sweet the rose you give to me,

how distracting from its thorns,

with every breath you take a piece,

your symbol of conquest now adorns

my lips, my heart, my spirit, my fight,

have you brought me here to bleed?

no doubt, delight in pain i can't

today is the only guaranteed,

let us retrace our hearts path,

follow the breadcrumbs back

from whence we came to be,

between heaven and you

resides but only sky

possibility is all i see

oh, where did fate lead you

you're not the angel that i knew

now a trail of feathers

is all i see

and i find nothing but

wings you outgrew

-Xtian