17 October 2012
There were wings so fine, Sprouted from behind. There were talons so sharp, With their own mind.
A face like an angel, With blonde, flowing hair. I looked so striking, Noone could compare.
I could fly so far, In just a wingbeat. I'd still look perfect, Desirable and neat.
But something wasn't right, It felt like a dream. The frustration of that; Just made me want to scream.
My Dream • Opuss № I