He was an alchemist,
Turning my lead tears to gold,
Because to him I was beautiful
To him I was worth more.
He was a metalsmith,
Fixing my broken copper wings
With tarnished feathers
Because to him, I could still fly.
He was a clockmaker
Resetting my fragmented cogs and beating pendulum
Spending hours and hours
Because to him I was fixable.
But I am a just broken clockwork angel
With lead tears, broken wings, and severed insides
Rusted away by time and life
And no amount of mending can save me
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
He was an alchemist,
Turning my lead tears to gold,
Because to him I was beautiful
To him I was worth more.
He was a metalsmith,
Fixing my broken copper wings
With tarnished feathers
Because to him, I could still fly.
He was a clockmaker
Resetting my fragmented cogs and beating pendulum
Spending hours and hours
Because to him I was fixable.
But I am a just broken clockwork angel
With lead tears, broken wings, and severed insides
Rusted away by time and life
And no amount of mending can save me
