her and i
pictures only to be ripped up by the darkness
songs only to draw tears
stories only to sing false realities
excerpts only to read each other's hidden truths
what is it about pain
that makes us want to be alone...
when it craves company, just so
they write that two
is better than one
make a positive
once my pain befriends yours,
will their happiness reflect within us?
introductions are in order
The angel I see in her is hidden behind her wings.
I try to coax her out, but she pulls away.
The dark beauty wraps herself in a seamless protection.
I'll be waiting for her return.
Every second will be worth it.