he was her fallen angel.
his raven black wings which fragmented the light while they flew
shined onto her pale shin and forced her to shield her eyes
but no matter how much she begged
he'd never take her for a ride.
but one day, he finally lifted her
higher and higher they went,
they grazed the clouds and kissed the sky
and then he dropped her.
and only then did she really fly.

i'm trying to talk to you
but every time i go to type
my words leave me
i'm trying to scream
to tell you how i feel
i want you to know this storm
i feel like you're someone i could like
but maybe you don't like storms
and maybe i'm not someone you could like
and maybe we're just too far for this to ever be right