At least I can cry

That day you went back to heaven.

From there you fell as I wished you to from a star in the deep blue sky.

You happened to be love drunk that day.
I was already sick of it that day.

You were going to die that day.
We both knew it.

That day was the end of our friendship but a start to our love.

It was bothsided but impossible.

An angel can never appear to people. Never even that their job is to help us.

And a human can never become an angel. Angel never comes to heaven.

It’s job is to say in earth and protect us.

Daddy said that some day wings would sprout from my backbones.

That was a lie.

…

Now I am dead too. But I am no angel. But I can still look at the lands below. See you keeping one little girl safe and cry.