4 July 2012
My love is on the broken wings of a fallen angel. Her tears dropping on the soft ground as flowers blossom beside her though not to cheer her up, but to take joy in her misery. The skies roared thunder burning her soul away little by little. Many a times did she spray her own blood. For many cold days she sat her pain so deep she didn't try to flap her wings so beautiful that the sky so envied turned jealous. Meeting her through the world's connection. I sat beside her. Her sorrow embracing my skin, and her eyes so filled with pain, and broken trusts staring at mine. Poems erupted from her fragile mouth, even someone like me watched in awe as tales of her sorrow were etched into my heart. My heart that lives in a palace of ice opened by a mere touch of her hands. What was once curiosity became passion. Staying with her, as thunder reigned down upon her. Screaming out in agony as poems were falling from her lips, tears dripping from both our eyes. Something changed inside me a dormant factor standing on the soft ground embracing her electricity coursing through my veins as my human heart cried in agony. There i stay embracing her form attempting something Romeo could not accomplish...saving his dear love. Here i shall stay my body burning with hers, until my fallen angel can fly once again. Once her wings flap, my eternal bound shall be spoken in a vow. So let the heavens reign their ugly head, let the disgraceful flowers bloom. And let the sky maiden clench her fists in rage at this little fallen angel, and the human attempting to fight gods. For nothing is worse then letting this angel go to be burned alone, and my love shattering my existence unable to stop the tears that drown my soul.
My Fallen Angel • Opuss № I