She likes to look up at the sky,
And kiss the sun,
But she never remembers
What it feels like
To be burned.

Her skin turns to leather
From all of those beautiful kisses.
Thick leather that only serves,
To lock me out.

Running and riding and hiding
Her whole life.
When I finally gave her a place to call home,
She only left it.
Not because she was ungrateful,
But because she didn't understand the concept.

She is an angel under the attack of demons.
They want to win her over.
They want to conquer her.
They already stole her innocence and purity,
But it was okay,
Because they told her they loved her.