Angel.

Please tread lightly on my wings,

because they are holding all my dreams.

Dreams so surreal, yet so desired.

They make me happy, yet so disgusting.

I met the angel with a smile so sweet,

lifting my spirits bit by bit.

But memories reminisced, I fear dreams be gone.

They ran through my mind like some cheap flicks.

I grab my schoolbag and off I go,

to another world, a world of my own.

Where I can be happy and without sorrows,

and memories be gone, but things couldn't be more wrong.

I count my days like I never did before.

The past was happy, and I couldn't ask for more.

Those were the days which I don't have to count,

because I was happy, but happy days don't stay for long.

Oh who am I, please tell me dear.

For living had became mundane and full of fear.

Tread lightly on my wings, for they hold my dreams.

Crush them hard, and they'll be filled with tears.

I've kept the distance to keep you near.

What a paradox, but the meaning was clear.

I yearn for the life with you in my arms,

waking up every day; your voice is the first I hear.