Her strawberry lips??
They taste of unknown. The sedentary grips on the waste of the grown. She is (my angel) she was born over there but estranged from her halo she warns the despair. How can you love me? My crown Lies in pieces so many above sees my frown and releases. HER WINGS ARE SO STRONG but no feet leave the ground. The things that went wrong in defeat grieves no sound. There are no chains from her throat to the sod but here she remains unrestrained,
NOTES A GOD
Fly angel fly take to skies as your blessing but she doesnt try or knows why shes confessing. My angel has wings but lost faith in her flight. Love that Devil that brings her new halo to light
by Terry Dailey