5 angels on earth are hard to come by
,
7 luck is now tangible i tighten my grip
9 as the fruit of your spirit
0 brings wholeness and infinite love

do you think about me?
do angels cry too?

irises bloom for a third time
and i'm still in love with you

i saw a rainbow for the first time
i was black

an array of colors i had never seen before
she showed me all of them
and soon i became colorful too

but rain always comes back
and rainbows always fade

i join the clouds once more
she dissolves under my tears
and i am black

i am the epitome of fall too fast and love too hard
it is a sick and twisted cycle induced with life trauma
thinking of resorting to alcohol
just like my father taught me

i wonder if you think about how you ****** me up as much as i think about how i ****** you up