Worthy Poem by Yami Tenshi

To my ten year old friend, Taylor. Boys aren't worth it sweetheart. They're too young to see the beauty they're really looking for.

I shed my aching ghostly skin and took flight into the indigo sky.
With evanescent wings and a paling cornflower heart, I inhaled the clouds and stole the silver lining for my own comfort.

For in my human body,
I was never more than flesh.
I've run away, or so you defiantly believe.
Look for me in the paralyzing silence that took away a piece of your soul.
I could never call upon you....
I could never look you in the eyes....

And now that I am a destroyer angel,
I feel I have the adamantine courage to take your breath away.

You squint your eyes as the brisk wind cuts at your irises.
Even in the light of dawn, you strain to see me.
But I am here...
And you can't ever look me in the eyes....