My Barefoot Cinderella

She was an angel in the midst of a war. Her halo was the only light that I saw and the only reason I kept fighting. Her wings reached out to comfort me when it was her who needed the comforting. Her arms cleansed with the holiness that'd I'd never have. While mine were painted with strips of an unoccupied soul. However she wasn't all there. Snowflakes over took the beauty that Miley Ray acquired. Her halo fell to the ground during the war and only I could retrieve it. But this war is too powerful. It takes you in without your choice and throws you around until you break from depression, health or killed. Rarely do people reach the old years of war anymore. No. It's too fucked up to make it so long and not want to give it up. Unless you have an angel. An angel worth fighting this war called life for. Miley Ray is my angel. My beautiful, halo-broken, angel.