incoherent rambling
she's so unimportant and yet she cries for the state of the world
engulfed in flames, she sits, and feathers spit firey embers out in all directions
bit by bit, from the outside in, her wings are shrivelling up until all that remains
is the frame that held them so delicately to her back
invisible to everybody, but she feels all of their pain
some might call her beautiful for being so sad.
her smile makes her whole face glow and her cheeks hold hands with her eyes.
the lids kiss eachother as the whole world sparkles in behind.
when she smiles, her eyes are closed. this is the only time she can smile.
the earth resides inside of her eyes. when they are open it is only sadness.
the world can only sparkle in the darkness.
she needs to be loved but nobody can love what they don't know.
without her wings, she is no longer an angel
but her heart will burn on forever
and she'll quest eternally for somebody who can see her
and somebody who can see the world sparkle while her eyes are open.
engulfed in flames, she sits, and feathers spit firey embers out in all directions
bit by bit, from the outside in, her wings are shrivelling up until all that remains
is the frame that held them so delicately to her back
invisible to everybody, but she feels all of their pain
some might call her beautiful for being so sad.
her smile makes her whole face glow and her cheeks hold hands with her eyes.
the lids kiss eachother as the whole world sparkles in behind.
when she smiles, her eyes are closed. this is the only time she can smile.
the earth resides inside of her eyes. when they are open it is only sadness.
the world can only sparkle in the darkness.
she needs to be loved but nobody can love what they don't know.
without her wings, she is no longer an angel
but her heart will burn on forever
and she'll quest eternally for somebody who can see her
and somebody who can see the world sparkle while her eyes are open.