The Wings That Let Us Dip and Soar by Pinkie-pie-fan, literature
Literature
The Wings That Let Us Dip and Soar
I would be lying if I were to say,
It didn't bother me, to know that we couldn't be more
But little did I know, The wings that we both put on
The same wings that gave us the power to dip and soar,
Are the wings that melted in the sun.
And Would one day cause your heart to break.
The wax of my wings melted too, So now I am here for you
To mend your heart, With the pieces I may take.
I once had a pet,
The name I had given her was- Zaneaqua.
I fed her,
I bathed her,
And made sure she was always happy.
I watched as she played with her toys,
And for some reason they always seemed to Disappear.
So I thought,
Why not,
Let her, Ride a bike.
But when,
I clicked on the bicycle button,
And she fell,
Than was ground up.
I could feel her pain,
I had become so close too her,
Now all I have of her,
Is this badly designed can,
With clashing colours.
I miss her,
I remember designing her clothes,
Even though she was a girl,
I had given her a mustache.
I thought it was cute.
But now she is gone,
And I am alone,
A
The Wings That Let Us Dip and Soar by Pinkie-pie-fan, literature
Literature
The Wings That Let Us Dip and Soar
I would be lying if I were to say,
It didn't bother me, to know that we couldn't be more
But little did I know, The wings that we both put on
The same wings that gave us the power to dip and soar,
Are the wings that melted in the sun.
And Would one day cause your heart to break.
The wax of my wings melted too, So now I am here for you
To mend your heart, With the pieces I may take.
I once had a pet,
The name I had given her was- Zaneaqua.
I fed her,
I bathed her,
And made sure she was always happy.
I watched as she played with her toys,
And for some reason they always seemed to Disappear.
So I thought,
Why not,
Let her, Ride a bike.
But when,
I clicked on the bicycle button,
And she fell,
Than was ground up.
I could feel her pain,
I had become so close too her,
Now all I have of her,
Is this badly designed can,
With clashing colours.
I miss her,
I remember designing her clothes,
Even though she was a girl,
I had given her a mustache.
I thought it was cute.
But now she is gone,
And I am alone,
A
Do you have any clue how
mesmerizing
you remain?
You're a cryogenic
heart
attack
{encased in flame}
and laced with memory's sweetest secret name
spoken
and winding
icily
down the same
backbone that you freeze
with a fireburn hum;
to feel you breathe
upon my xiphisternum
is like a dream from heaven above
wrapped in an
aquamarine
pillar
of
flame;
"I am so in love with you"
becomes preferred refrain.
(There's something stuck in my head:
it's you and I.)
We cannot be the same,
for we have witnessed
candlelit displays
of com
Yaoi rocks
Just seeing
Two guys
Getting it on
(Wait, isn't that hentai yaoi?)
Is hotter
Than two girls
(Which would be yuri)
In the same situation.
The world needs more yaoi.
Love between two guys
Is just as strong
As love between
A guy and a girl
Or two girls.
Yaoi is hot.
Yaoi is sexy.
Yaoi is...
Yaoi.