Author: Cookey


I wish I could fly, I'll escape from these last places
I'll spread my silver wings, fly away from their faces
I'll bind my soul in feathers, feathers of a dove
I'll fly past the moon, and kiss the golden sun
I'll be sitting on your rooftop looking in on you
Sweetly smiling and ensuring that your happy too
I'll sit and watch your actions, read all of your thoughts
Go through all your letters, search right through your core
I'll be your angel stalker, like a guardian by your side
When you choke I'll be your talker, I'll be here to make you smile
In your dreams youll see me, and hold me close to your heart
I'll be your baby angel gurl the one without the scars
When you wish upon a star i'll make your wish come true
We were meant to be together, forever me and you


Comments on this poem/writing:

Meridian ( -- Tuesday, June 22 2004, 04:04 pm

Reminds me

Hey Cookey! Line 13 reminds me of the movie "The Wizord Of Oz", where Glenda, the witch of north, granted wishes to some of the munchkins.... Well, anyways, to sum my commment up, what I was trying to say was, neat, magical, and great fantasy poem!

Keep on writing!
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