For even days, months, or years,
I see the world as if it was another plane,
A plane for curiosity, pain, and joy.
I breathe in simple air, as if my lungs were embedded with the same spark of freedom.
Though I walk with silver heels, as if I float along with my golden gown,
I never thought of thinking,
"How would it be amazing if my demons were in twined with your angels?"
I look at you, as if your lips were the treasures I want to seek,
The life in your eyes takes me beyond than what I would think doing.
I touch you with a simple graze yet it is enough for me to pound myself into reality.
Though your arms were as gentle as the pillows I seek at night, I see to it that my heart is caged in a box, unless you shoot me a glare to think otherwise.
My dear, you are the best escort of the day.
I laugh at the idea that I am here, wishing to dance with your grace,
Wishing to learn to move with my demons craving for more,
And to the idea that your angels will never mine as someone much more.