Inkpaw

white fabric 
inbetween my fingers
i can see the light yellow stitching,
she made this dress
she got married in this dress 
and tears try to form in my eyes
cause maybe some day
some one else dear to me

fluttering wings
skipping feet
a child dances down the street
so many see her
in her human form
but I can see
the wings
catching the breeze
and the dainty glowing circle
wrapping round her head
but all they see

You left tear drops on all of my pages 
but I guess they look better adorned with my pain
i learned today 
the difference between a dragon and a wyvern
a dragon will burn you to a crisp before it eats you

If I were to sing
of all the good things 
in my life
i would sing of the smell of my mum's homemade soup
Warm and gentle, yet subtlety spicy 
and the way acrylic paint feels on my fingers