An Angel without Wings

I got this bad habit—

of constantly staring at you

Enjoying your presence bit by bit—

stealing some good view

Wonder where you came from—

to wash away my sadness

maybe a glance could wipe some flame

of rage and madness

You seem to be from far far away—

Somewhere I prob’bly don’t know

Or maybe just somewhere near—

Just  places I didn’t go

But whatever brought you here—

You just make my soul at peace

You make me stay—you make me fly

Can someone do that without wings?


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