and in that moment
she realized she was no longer
trapped in the moonlight.
as the suns forgiving rays
graced her skin for the first time in years
she felt like things
might just be okay again.

we exist in an ever present balance
between life and death
and past and future.
it can never be broken
or disturbed.
it always persists.

shes been hurt before,
so tread carefully with her.
don't leave her broken.

she was born like this;
her form empty and frozen.
a life-like corpse.

her wings were pierced.
though cupid never shot her,
she longed for love.

Her mind was like fire and ice.
In one moment of anger
her words get heated
and yelling commences,
and in another
her silence is deafening and cold.

What a strange feeling this is,
this thing we call
"love".