eyes of a fallen angel
I know many fallen angels.
Tragically lovely.
Hauntingly beautiful souls.
Why did they fall? Why did they choose this?
I've been told that I'm so great I could make angels fall -
Broken...wings shredded and halo cracked.
How is this thought romantic?
Maybe it's 'cause Angels aren't supposed to fall in love.
Angels aren't made for that.
Relationships? Yes.
Caring? Yes.
Unconditional love of humanity? Most definitely.
But what happens if they do fall in love?
The object of the angel's affections can't think of anything beyond the angel
The eyes speak to you, without words.
Eyes, speaking thousands of words without language.
Nothing is missed in the eyes...it's all there.
The Angel feels you.
It breathes you.
It loves you.
You...you love it too.
But if you can't have the angel, what will you have?
Nothing compares to an angel.
It all goes back to the eyes for me.
The eyes that have told so many stories, and has so many more stories to tell...
Eyes that are as deep as a well
I know many fallen angels.
Distantly close. Spiritually supportive.
Beautiful souls.
Why did they fall? Why did they choose this?
I've been told that I'm so great I could make angels fall -
Broken...wings shredded and halo cracked.
I know, in the end it's their choice, but I can't help but think it's an ultimate sacrifice that can never be matched in a relationship.