unsweetened deliberation

You see clocks in my eyes,
Turned forward….
Before I caught a glimpse
Of the second hand
----/---Whisking me away----------

If you see flight scars
On my arms
…Remember…
Looks can be deceiving.
I never once
Took to the sky
(Without you.)


And the curve of my back
Never molded to your chest
Because my wings got in the way.

I was never your angel
But I hoped I could be her someday





Supplies:
Ten minutes, an HB pencil, and a piece of computer paper.

Thank you to the lovely Jes for the poem. And even though I had to deal with your shananigans while trying to come up with one, thank you to the equally lovely Dave for the title. *smile*