Wings are what she asked me to give,

Said it is what she needed to live,

Wings she did don,

As I placed them on,

Hoping there was never a reason to forgive.

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Lying in bed without a single sound,

I open my eyes and look all around,

I see my phone blink,

”Is this her,” I think,

Just the thought causes my heart to pound.

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I reply to the message she has sent,

Every message becomes a special event,

She is thinking of me,

I know this must be,

For a moment, her time on me was spent.

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Early in the evening I sent my reply,

Though I know that this is her time to fly,

Now I lay and wait,

For this angel to relate,

Or maybe just call to give me her alibi.

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Waiting and waiting as the hours do pass,

Time rolls on and begins to amass,

Still there is no sign,

From this angel of mine,

I begin to feel like a tiny blade of grass.

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Just a “sleep good hon” or an “I Love You,”

Could it have really been that hard to do?

A simple “alright baby,”

Or perhaps just maybe,

It could be that she just never thought of you.

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So a word of caution to all that can hear,

Lean in close and lend me your ear,

Give them wings,

Attach some strings,

Else you place your heart on top of a spear.

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It doesn’t take much to realize today,

It could be as simple as something we say,

Just taking a minute,

A message is sent,

Showing that wings were not given for discontent.

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Give them their wings and let them fly,

Soaring through life ever so high,

To all of that string,

The heart does cling,

Begging to never hear that word…  “Goodbye.”