She flies above

High

In the pastel blue sky

She dodges

Powder puff clouds

And careless birds

In her journey

Across the world

But she has no wings

No wings

To keep her there

In the air

Forever

She'll have to come down

One day

Before she crashes

And falls to the ground

And breaks

Her pretty face

All because

Of happy

Careless

Angelic

Love.

chelsea ©'s johnny