As I looked at her on our last day together, those few seconds felt like centuries.
I will never be able to understand the pain that came along with her perfection.
Lately I find myself looking into the darkness asking for my heart back
Then I remember my heart was stolen by an angel with fire in her eyes.
There I see her gripping tightly to all that she has left.
All that she has left...
No matter what happened to me I will not be able to see her and quench my aching heart with her presence.
Then again, if I end it all I will hurt her so much more than this cruel world could.
I tried getting my heart back but was only left with a fourth.
My sweet angel wants to go back home.
She doesn't belong in such an imperfect world filled with misery.
I want to go back home,
but home is where the heart is
and my heart is in her arms
