my history

'i opened my wings
if only i could fly back
though i stay alive in your hand
i would present my exquisite gift'

draw my Angel's visage in your mind
as if she wanted to get out from something
her eyes dripping, she opened her wings
the with a last glimpse back on
the past she look, she sknew her disaster
the disaster breakng my heart down under her feet
she wanted to stay for me
but an unexpected gale covered her wings
(what a force) she paralyzed
this gale was drifting her,
to my future..
but my ruin arose towards
that is why i call my future, past...