A tear in my flair

Theres a tear in my flair but I'm not really in despair
I only wish that you were here to love and to care
The feeling that i get, so uncommon, so rare.
But I know it cannot happen, it won't ever be true.
And I don't think I should sit here daydreaming and feeling blue.
After all, you'll always be my friend. The one and only you.
My wing may be torn but i'll soon be airborne.
I may be a little hurt but i haven't hit the dirt.
Just sitting here with memories of an atomic lullaby
i lay on the grass gazing at the sky as it goes by. I'd love to fly.
I don't want to cry.
I won't
I'd rather die.
I'll much rather be drinking whisky and rhye.
The clouds go past as i remain on the grass.
It's been many months since i've gone to a mass.
Well, My wing will take sometime to heal.
In the meantime I'd like to say that wrestling is real!
Well sometimes i guess but not all the time.
I'm running out of things that sound the same and rhyme. I guess I better go
Before my fingers explode.
I've been typing non stop since the i changed my desktop mode.
I'll fly again soon don't worry about me.
I'll alive and well, and hey! I'm Kyle G!