Winter Angel, Winter Angel
Her existence, a fable
Eyes gleaming hazel
Her skin, sun kissed;
Society dissed
She's not like other girls when the smoke unfurls.
Shining there in the dark, the mark
Of who she used to be.
An Angel in the pond of anomalies.
To them life with her is a comedy.
She makes me see me
I could never hold you, they'd rip me from your arms;
Causing you and I harm,
Leaving us scarred and barred
From the only place we've ever known.
Who knows? Maybe when time has grown
Well be able to embrace each other in fullness.
Maybe I'm scared, maybe this is selfishness.
Maybe it's something I can't fully understand.
Maybe these feelings will be buried under the winter sands.
Maybe I should go with my heart instead of looking at the angles.
Oh God just freeze us in time my Winter.... Angel..
