I want you,
what are you talkin 'bout?
I can't forget you,
you're all I think about.

You can feel it,
I know you do,
the chemistry,
it's undeniable -
the intense gaze,
our eyes locked
forever.
We're capable of fixing it -
we just need to rewind.

First it was talking,
then kissing,
and soon later ******* -
but now it's nothing.

Nothing...
Let's go back to square one,
you know we can:
Let's just go back to talking...

They say I should let go,
but I can't.
my heart is
dangling on a string,
attached to your angel wings.
So, my heart is
always with you,
angel.

If I could choose my fate,
I would give my eyebrows, my nose
my teeth away--
just to know that somehow
I was able to say
that others who need
who are so openly lost
and afraid
would have a life of joy
and hope and the gift
of knowing
that when they prayed
God stepped in
and sent an angel--
(maybe me?)
to help in anyway
I could
so that those less fortunate
could live and be free...

He is my constant rain when my world is drying out,
When the fountain of love is emptied by the people I care about
When the things I hear are all lies and there is no chance to shout
When my heart starts to harden and all I feel is doubt

He is my precious angel when I'm like a falling star
When my wings are both broken from a thousand wars
When I need a true confidant, he never seems afar
When I think of those things about him, I remember who you are.

My life is a dream,
so when I dream
it's a dream within a dream.

I see my angel
soft feathered wings
and a bright white smile.

I like to imagine
that its the face of God
visiting me in my only solace.

But each night, when I smile back
the dream shatters
and I waken to my living nightmare.

Moonlight steams through window panes
Spilling over my books and floor
Laying herself upon my bed,
She paints in silver on my door.

Her fingers brush my dusty shelves
Her winter eyes a-glow:
And when the night air rushes in,
She fills my mouth with snow

Maybe she's not an angel,
but perhaps she's what I need.
And I know that she's not you 'cause,
she's not making my heart bleed.
But she's gorgeous and she's funny and she's one of a kind,
and I just can't seem to get her out of my mind.
I can't say her name, without the hint of a blush,
I know it's not love yet, but it's more than a crush.

Even sweetest muse
cannot carry the burden
which singing of you
drops on pearly gates.

Given the choice between
heaven or hell,
you have chosen the path
that leads to a better place
for everyone involved.

Demonic swathes attempt to
steady themselves
for the barrage of good fortune
that sight of you brings
to the condemned and their kin.

I hate it when you do that;
the way you dissolve a
malignant thought
with some melodious sentence,
whatever it may be.

Your voice
is the judgement in my mind's courtroom
that breaks the shackles
holding my ego hostage,
where flowers do not bloom
and hope is six feet from reality.

One an angel, one a demon.
Love at first sight.
One so broken, dying inside,
The other pure and white.

She hated herself,
With blood on her wrist.
Her wings were ash black as night,
And she didn't want to exist.

He loved all there was,
Cared so much - too much.
His wings lush and lovely,
He was always helping and such.

Time went by - it always does,
As they danced in the moonlight.
The fire blazed on inside them,
Only at first light would they say goodnight.

Later that year the woman looks in the mirror,
And marvels at what she sees.
Wings so lush, so beautiful, so bright,
They were breathtaking in the breeze.

After a while the man looks in the mirror,
And is frightened by what he sees.
His wings were so worn, so dusty, so black,
That he can't help but ask "What are these?"

And so the story normally goes,
It's possible that you may save one,
And though it's great to save that one,
You always must sacrifice a ton.