People often ask, what I was thinking
Had I planned it, or had I been drinking
The night I went and got, these angel wings put on my back

But there eyes stop, only at my skin
They could never see, they come from within
And so I try to make up  a reason, that even they could understand

I just really liked them , I tell a few
They make me feel like I can fly, I might tell to you
I’m ready to say whatever it takes, to get their prying eyes off of me

But the truth though, about these wings I wear
For my own salvation, I placed them there
And one day they will fly my soul, to somewhere that is safe from all this pain
written for: The Daily Prompt – Tattoo


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