Fallen Angel by fotowagner

She’s a smattering of broken wings, of loosened feathers no longer glued by faith, no longer cinched to a back that only arcs forward in pain, bent beneath the weight of wings too heavy to carry, too heavy to wish upon another, too heavy to be sucked away by a vicious storm wind.

Love is a bird and she needs to fly. If her wings are clipped in a way that you cannot see, it is only because there is air whistling through the hole in her heart. If you do not give yourself to her, you both with be lost. Those wings will not regrow themselves. Those shoulders will find strength only in numbers. That soul within you will not find a better embrace to hold it.

~Angreek8