Pure white, A flash of gold. An angel truly fallen. She found me. I twist my head, hair tossing. I glimpse the saddest scene. Her majesty. Her purity Enveloped in a grayscale. I see your broken wing, love, But it never kept you from loving. Your compassion inspires me. Are you here to guide me? A blood red that stains porcelain skin, Deepest scars that tear apart the heart. Yet she found me, Asiding her tragedy, To show me the light. A flash of gold, And the purest white I've ever seen.
Written about an online friend who needed me when I needed her. I haven't seen her in a long time; I really fear she's not around at all anymore. How do you truly convince someone to live when the life is not yours?