She sits there in her chair centered out without a care. Aura of a holy child all grown up with fires desire. She moves a moment before she stirs, oblivious to this swirling world. Inciting is her afterthought, am i distracted or distraught? The smile that i once forgot, her everything is what i want. But it's those eyes i can not see, so worried she can see through me. Her light, a spirit much stronger then mine, to reach her i wonder if i could climb. If heaven is real it is her realm, for she's an angel i can tell. So humble she does not believe, but catch my breathing i skipped a beat. See i believe i am a dragon spitting fire killing myself from the inside out. But with you around i have no doubt. So careful not to make a mistake, i've now become what it is i hate. For i would do anything in heavens sake, but they wont allow what's surely fake. And every night i lay in bed, as your words surround my head. I'm growing up so you can see i'm here for you apart of me. My favorite dream you killed me with a knife, and we were together in the next life.