Friend 1: I’m lost, you know, sometimes.
Sometimes I wrap myself up in me and hide.
I fly, but inside.
And
I forget to smile at people.
When you smile, I have to.
I can grin when nobody’s watching, too.
Or when I think nobody’s watching.
You are.
You always are.
You count my smiles.

Friend 2: I count your smiles
but only the one's that
count.
I will inherit this day when the sun dies tonight.
Tomorrow it will be mine and me and my imagination will
Do what we will
With it.

Friend 1: I know it. But my love is a superficial flesh wound,
Not deep enough to penetrate a heart.
Soon
My victims will heal, leaving no scar.
Then they will see me not as an angel, but as a demon
Whose fiery eyes glare skyward.

Friend 2: You don’t know how deep a spirit’s sword seeps
And neither do I.
To me you are always an angel.
Stop staring at the sky
and just fly!

Eris Watson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friend-s-wings/