fleeting glimpses of angelic silhouettes
caught up in old mistakes and regrets
the tide line recedes
leaving a trail of fire in its wake
she's abandoning chance
and embracing faith
and i just hope she remembers to bend
before she breaks.
when i look at her
i'm reminded of someone i once knew
now she's just a stranger in my room.
(she was like suicide; everyone flirted with her, but few were man enough to pull the trigger).