In my mind she was a painting
Delicate brush strokes breathed her every move and dazzling colours enhanced her marvellous wings
We were the wings
Glorious wings stretched far above her, reaching the boundaries of the canvas only to dance upon the edges before returning to their host, to surround her.
Protect her.
That's how she saw us, that's how she saw me
That's how she needed me to see her
But all I saw was the painting
The magnificent painting that had been abandoned left half finished by an artist that had no right
A loving artist, who had been the beginning
A regretful artist who had forgotten the ending
A sinful artist who had left her broken
And me, the final artist who could only gaze upon the half incomplete painting and sigh
Knowing that I could never be the one to make it whole
Knowing that nothing lay ahead for her but emptiness
The wonderful work of art that would never be finished
I could only sit back and watch
Wait until she broke
Falling from the sky on painted wings
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If you don't understand feel free to ask her, I honestly have no idea where this came from.
I just randomly had the last line in my head