we won't cry anymore

fallen angel

I met him beneath a sky of silk,
A boy with eyes as deep as midnight's breath.
His voice, a lullaby wrapped soft in gold,
Each word a feathered kiss upon my heart.
He smiled, and with that simple, tender glance,
The world fell silent, lost within his grace.

How sweet he seemed, how pure, how gentle—
A vision spun from dreams of innocence.
I never guessed the darkness in his wings,
The shadows in the light that held my gaze.
For he was once an angel bright and bold,
But stars that fall from Heaven burn below.

I loved him with the fire of forbidden things,
The kind of love that makes the angels weep.
I danced in flames and didn't feel the heat,
For in his arms, the pain became my peace.
His kiss, a sin I craved despite the cost,
And every breath I took was laced with loss.

His touch was soft, like heaven's whispered wind,
But underneath, the Devil grinned in wait.
A fallen angel hiding in his skin,
The sweetest guise that Fate could ever send.
I saw the truth too late, when wings unfurled,
And left me in the depths of hell, alone.

But oh, how perfect was the fall!
To love him was to taste the fruit of life,
Forbidden, yes—but sweeter for the sin.
Each moment in his arms was paradise,
Though Hell awaited once the dream was done.

Now in the dark, I wander lost and cold,
A prisoner to memories of bliss.
I loved a demon wrapped in angel's wings,
And loving him, I lost myself in fire.
But even now, I crave his sinful touch,
For in the flames, I found my heart's desire.

To love him was a crime against the light,
But in his arms, it felt like heaven's right.