Foolish Hunter
If I were to write something, I’d write about you; about all the things I dreamt about you; about all the things that changed in me just because of you. You were my angel, my fallen angel. I know things went rough for you, losing your wings, being unable to touch the sky, the loss of something so precious that was once yours. All the pain and regret that linger, making it harder to accept. But may I just remind you that the wistful days are over; with every tick of the clock I see your wounds heal, and seeing the delight that your eyes and lips cast brings infinite joy to me. You’ve been through a lot. You deserve that smile; and I think I have the perfect detail for a prospective masterpiece like you; and that is to give you back your wings and set you free. Soar high and never turn back.
