There used to be a time when you were my wings. You lifted me off the ground and soared me through the sky. It was so beautiful; it had to be too good to be true. One day, my wings vanished and crashed me into the ground. All my pieces scattered, I built myself back up. And now, I fly with my own wings. Just a little something I wrote about how I was feeling, I think it came out quite nicely. What do you think?