she gave up god but kept the angels
those beautiful boys with dandelion hearts and delicate wrists
the ones who made her heart shed light even when it was sundered
the boys who kissed her hands when they bled with words
when she played the piano song and they danced around the evergreen trees only to be pricked by pine needle swords
their wounds all healed, every single one, but the scars are still there and they look like sun rooms and roses and spilled tea
she kissed their foreheads when the night came and they all fell from the sky, with an images of heaven reflecting in their eyes
they were all angels without the divine
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
she gave up god but kept the angels
those beautiful boys with dandelion hearts and delicate wrists
the ones who made her heart shed light even when it was sundered
the boys who kissed her hands when they bled with words
when she played the piano song and they danced around the evergreen trees only to be pricked by pine needle swords
their wounds all healed, every single one, but the scars are still there and they look like sun rooms and roses and spilled tea
she kissed their foreheads when the night came and they all fell from the sky, with an images of heaven reflecting in their eyes
they were all angels without the divine
