Promise?

Angel Wings

My angel wears the devils horns.

A pointed tail, with deep red eyes.

But his wings are scarred, ripped and torn.

He can't fly away.

How can he carry me?

Angel wings take time to heal,

but they keep burning.

Why are they burning?

My angel is lost in Hell.

Fire is not right for an angel.

Neither are colours black and red.

I'm lost in a maze on fire,

and he won't save the day.

I need his wings to fly,

but his red eyes make him blind.

Just because he has the horns,

doesn't mean he's lost his wings.

I'll kiss his horns sweetly.

I'll stare into the red of his eyes.

I'll be the only person to see his true angel eyes cry.

I'll hold on tight even if he can't fly.

If he burns I'll burn with him.

For I need his wings to fly.

I need his eyes to survive.

My angel wears the devils horns.