the park: angel swing

i used to sit here and sway myself really high. he knows that i enjoy the feeling of being lifted up from the ground, feeling like an angel. and that it makes me feel like a real angel whenever it takes me just as high.

he used to look at me while im sitting on it, as if he's freezing the moment, not wanting it to end. i could never forget that look he had on his face. he told me that i'm his angel. and then he made me fly on this swing. he swayed me so gently ... so carefully... so lovingly. he made me fly like i've never flown before.

he used to make me fly... but now my wings are broken