The weight of your baggage never stops true love from taking flight.

You always
drop by, to en-
lighten my mind,
when my wings are
feeling heavy &
i've forgotten
how to
fly.

Why would you be given wings if you weren't meant to fly?

Love must have wings to fly away from love, and to fly back again

The most painful thing isn't not knowing that you can't fly- but to be convinced that you can and later to feel those wings being cut off with a part of your own skin...

There comes a point in life
When you are neither brittle nor bitter,
And every time someone tries
To break you like a glass,
You only let all those splinters
Develop wings and soar high
In the sky,
Finding tangy happiness
In every flight!