A silly little pen trick
One I'm not sure I will ever fully master
Still reminds me of you
That beautiful smile you hid behind
Caramel colored hair
Eloquent curls but wicked and twisted
Just as the lies you fed me
Those petite hands
Soft and delicate
Pulling me deeper with every touch
Your tantalizing curves
Spun a web that caught me naive
I called myself the Devil's son
Found in the presence of God's favorite Angel
The bullet that damaged your wings
Causing you to fall from Grace
High upon that unreachable pedestal you stood
Looking down at all those I placed below you
What a child I had been
Even when you went away
Never to return
At that space you left in my life I knelt
Praying to whatever god may listen
To bring you back
And the delusion of happiness I felt was real
Blinded by a cruel light you'd shown so bright
A shrine I had built all this time
Following a distorted religion
A delicious poison served at too many services
No longer will I follow a path with no end
The ice you left on my heart has melted
Relapsed from the addiction you created
Finding happiness without your presence comes easier
So as I twiddle my pen
With more failures than successes
A smile crosses my face
For as I walk my new path to my dreams
I will fall numerous times
But with each rut that brings me to my knees
Never again will I be reaching for an absent hand
It will instead fall in to the open palms
Belonging to those with true beauty and real grace
Caring for a broken man
That offered pieces of his shattered heart
To a hungry crow, calling itself an Angel
Encouraged by their hearts filled with everlasting love
For they were the spark
That lit my own hearts fire
Flames rising higher and higher, lighting up this world
Lending warmth to all, and those who lent me theirs for too long
It is my turn to shine
So from your shadow I step
In to a brand new world
Mine to create
Mine to shape
For true Love to Live