thorn hill
If I were an angel,
I’d give up forever—
trade wings for a heartbeat
just to feel your warmth.
To know what it’s like
to be held without distance,
like nothing else in the room matters—
just you in my arms—
not disappearing by morning.
As I sit in my room,
quiet pressing against my ribs,
I’ve discovered
what love really means—
Not heaven. Not forever.
But two souls on earth
choosing each other again.
Two hands finally knowing where to rest
in a world that keeps shifting,
two hearts refusing to turn cold
when everything else does.
More real than forever was,
this fragile, human feeling—
the kind that breaks
and stays anyway.
So if I were an angel,
I’d fall without fear,
even knowing someday,
this would be something I could lose,
just to live one lifetime
knowing I had you—
even if loving you meant I’d lose you.
hard magnet