I'm holding your halo,
and you're holding mine,
but when we're pulled a part,
I only see the devils lies.
He is trying to steal your halo,
but I'm holding on too tight.
If you let go of my halo,
how will I survive?
Make a deal with me,
and hold my halo tight,
even if you aren't mine.
Not hearts but halos that keep us alive.
If you give in to the devil
my halo he will have.
He can give me horns instead,
control me until fire is my friend.
Then once he has his power,
he can steal your halo too.
But if you gave in to the devil,
where was your halo then?
Please do me this favour,
and hold my halo tight.
If you decide to give up,
my halo will lose all light.
I will always hold your halo tight,
because I'm holding your whole life.
One day you'll get your wings to fly,
and I'll be holding your halo.
YOU ARE READING
Promise?
PoetryA collection of poems about my first experience with romantic love. Copyright © 2014 by Alice Winter. All rights reserved.