Smiles can go an enduring way, but hatred can root deep inside veins.
The halo you wear is simply an illusion.
Those angel wings are merely a facade.
I can see right through your intimidating sneer
You say your crown is made truth, but really it's made of the naive of your youth.
I used to believe your heart was made of iron.
It would have burned as the purest of all fires.
Now I see your iron shields have turned to rust.
The person I thought you were has turned to dust.
The image I seen of you in the mirror has started to break
Here I will pick up the pieces of the shattered glass
Your lips upon mine used to be my seal
Now I'm searching for any sign that you're real
Here I will await your forever enticing crimson eyes
For whenever I'm around you, I feel I could soar as a dove
Constantly embraced in the presence of your love