Friend 1: I’m lost, you know, sometimes. <br />Sometimes I wrap myself up in me and hide. <br />I fly, but inside. <br />And <br />I forget to smile at people. <br />When you smile, I have to. <br />I can grin when nobody’s watching, too. <br />Or when I think nobody’s watching. <br />You are. <br />You always are. <br />You count my smiles. <br /> <br />Friend 2: I count your smiles <br />but only the one's that <br />count. <br />I will inherit this day when the sun dies tonight. <br />Tomorrow it will be mine and me and my imagination will <br />Do what we will <br />With it. <br /> <br />Friend 1: I know it. But my love is a superficial flesh wound, <br />Not deep enough to penetrate a heart. <br />Soon <br />My victims will heal, leaving no scar. <br />Then they will see me not as an angel, but as a demon <br />Whose fiery eyes glare skyward. <br /> <br />Friend 2: You don’t know how deep a spirit’s sword seeps <br />And neither do I. <br />To me you are always an angel. <br />Stop staring at the sky <br />and just fly!<br /><br />Eris Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friend-s-wings/
