Credit to artist.
Everybody has that look when they
Watch the angels powder your face:
Prepare you for innocence.
You will grow and lose it,
You will grow and hurt those who are
still half asleep.
Faintly, you will know
What you want but tend to fear,
Not for those around you,
But for yourself.
Sometimes you will fear for their
well-being,
For the struggle.
You will glide
Across the world
And your heart
Not with you,
You will become the angel
Who powders infant’s faces
When seen through a looking glass.
You will be on wings alone until you
come back home.
You will be on wings alone until you come back home.
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