On The Wings Love Lyrics Novels & Stories

— Grace feeds on love. The sentence hangs in the air, pulsing with the vein throbbing in my forehead. I pinch the bridge of my nose, gathering patience before I snap back: — And what the hell does that mean? — When she dies, the Grace passes to the one she loves. And along with it, the wings. So long as she loves you, the Grace and the wings will be yours. Suddenly it seems too simple, and I speak before thinking: — So I just need her to be interested in someone else?

Now I'm drowning in sorrow, lost in despair, A shattered dream, love's unfair affair. Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky, I'm just a wounded soul, asking God why? How could he make love to another, so carelessly? My heart bleeds in silence, a love that'll never be. 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ Every moment replayed, like a haunting song,

Diving through storms I summon just to feel the rain on our skin. Soaring until the air is too thin to breathe—and his heat is all I need. Every flight a promise. Every touch a vow. Raw. Consuming. Eternal. The flying isn’t escape. It’s us. Unchained. Burning. Together. his wings carrying us both, powerful beats thundering in my ears, my sunrise boosting us higher, wind roaring cold and sharp against my face, biting cheeks until his heat chases it away, his arms unbreakable around me, body pressed tight, heartbeat syncing with mine, the rush of air tasting of ice and freedom.

All around me is your light With you Everything so shines How come we'll leave all behind 'Cause your love is falling on my heart And I'm falling for you Falling with broken wings again His deep and husky voice was still as hauntingly-beautiful as ever. But it carried none of its playfulness, sadness, or hurt. Instead, it was so sweet-sounding and full of love that my heart ached from his love for me, and tears slid down my eyes. He stopped playing and wiped my tears with the pad of his thumb.

"My queen, you can't hold me. If you try to hang onto me, you'll fall, too. And I can't let that happen. Please. I love you too much to let you die. Please. Let go." "No, you idiot! You are not listening! I won't let go. You are my heart and I am yours. If we are meant to die together then so be it. But not yet. Not yet." Her chin quivered but she only tightened her grip. Her nails digging on the fleshy part of his wings

Samael said he knows the perfect place for me to shift though, so I will have to trust him. I watch his wings rip through the skin on his shoulder blades, sending splatters of his blood to the light dusting of snow on the balcony, dying the white powder crimson. The wings extend out, shaking the excess blood from the feathers, before folding themselves neatly behind his back. Fuck. Why was that so damn hot? “Are you ready, love?” he asks for the second time, reaching out his arms to me. My nod is more certain this time, the tranquil tonic doing its job and keeping me calm.

She rinsed the soap off her body before she started on her hair and continued singing. “Somebody cries in the middle of the night….the neighbors hear, but they turn out the light…a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate….when morning comes it’ll be too late…..Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as stone in a world that she can’t rise above…but her dreams give her wings…and she flies to a place where she’s loved…concrete angel….A statue stands in a shaded place….an angel girl with an upturned face….her name is written on a polished rock….a broken heart that the world forgot…through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone in a world that she can’t rise above…but her dreams

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

“I am an angel with broken wings.” “Then allow my demon to be your wings.” He whispered, pushing me back. My knees bucked as I hit the bed. “Because trust me, I am more than willing to make the world bend the knee to the beauty that I call my wife…”

She had to move on. “I’m sorry,” she said, wiping away a tear, as he loosened his grip. She turned to go. Then, before she did, she faced him one last time. “I just want you to know that I love you. And I always will.” And with that, she ran and lifted into the air, her wings sprouting, and carrying her into the sunset.