I’ve fallen for an angel...
I’ve fallen for an angel
Who had already clipped her wings
It hadn’t been decided
Which song together we would sing.
Cast out into the shadows of potential memory
He pursued her through the firebrush
Pursued her through the empty lush
Casket pouring softness down the drain.
Efforts not in vain reminded to himself constantly
And feeling constantly from nothing but a dream.
May 14, 2013
She was probably a redhead. No title, though.
