How do you fly without wings?

I’ve always wondered

People weren’t created to fly

We can never be content with what we have

I am no different

I need my wings

Never could I fly before

Yet now I can.

No one else sees it, but I feel it

First a rush

Then floating

Floating

I am falling out of the sky

Falling

Flying

Floating

Falling isn’t a good thing, is it?

Is falling in love any different?

Yes.

This fall is like flying

Like floating

It’s beautiful

I could never fly

Until I met you