The ridiculousness in her laugh was hopefully sung,
Melted off her tongue with our troubles,
She was never subtle with any of her emotions,
Her voice exclaimed her love, her pain
Her fingers found their way to mine,
Divine,
Prayers in between clasped palms,
I have found warmth in the afterlife of the angels
But I have not died
With her arms around my
Shoulder I have only ascended onto higher things
All that's left of me is to learn how to fly
