i thought i saw an angel
he reminded me of you
dark
tall
long hair
your hair
gliding through the air
just out of reach
turning back in anger
my angel?
i thought i met an angel
he reminded me of you
fallen
i tried to pick you up
i tried to hold your hand
turning back in anger
i thought i saw an angel
he reminded me of you
arms outstretched
begging for a kiss
begging for a smile
begging for release
-black tape for a blue girl; wings tattered, fallen
*****
Sometimes I think I make him angry.
I don't mean to...but he gets this look on his face...
He's an angel. He's always been an angel.
But the first things angels say is "Be thou not afraid."
He might not be the Kaizer anymore.
But he's still scary.
He was an angel even then.
The devil was an angel, wasn't he?
The most beautiful, brightest angel.
And that was him.
Now, he's falling.
His wings are tattered, hanging off his back.
And he's still falling.
Crying as he goes.
Yesterday, I kissed him.
He was looking away and I touched his face and I pulled him into my arms and I kissed him.
He softened for a second.
He looked at me.
Then his eyes hardened and he pushed me away.
And he turned away from me.
And I think he was crying.
And I tried to take his hand.
And he pulled away.
And he walked off.
But he peeked over his shoulder as he left.
And I think he was crying.
He's an angel.
He's always been an angel.
And now he's falling, falling, falling.
And I'd catch him if he let me.
But he wants to be alone.
Yesterday, he locked himself in his room.
Yesterday, I watched him as he fell.
Today, he didn't mention it.
But he watched me.
And today, he took my hand for a bare second.
He squeezed it, then dropped it.
He wants something from me.
And I can't give it.
Today, he walked two steps away from me.
And he peeked over his shoulder.
And watched me.
And I think he was crying.
Today, my phone rang.
I answered, and on the other end I heard a sigh, then a click.
And I think it was him.
Today, I sat on my bedroom floor.
And I looked at the wall.
And I think I was crying.
And Chibimon tried to cheer me up, but it didn't work.
It wouldn't work.
I'm trying to take Ken's pain.
I'd take it if he let me.
My angel.
With tattered wings, falling forever.
he reminded me of you
dark
tall
long hair
your hair
gliding through the air
just out of reach
turning back in anger
my angel?
i thought i met an angel
he reminded me of you
fallen
i tried to pick you up
i tried to hold your hand
turning back in anger
i thought i saw an angel
he reminded me of you
arms outstretched
begging for a kiss
begging for a smile
begging for release
-black tape for a blue girl; wings tattered, fallen
*****
Sometimes I think I make him angry.
I don't mean to...but he gets this look on his face...
He's an angel. He's always been an angel.
But the first things angels say is "Be thou not afraid."
He might not be the Kaizer anymore.
But he's still scary.
He was an angel even then.
The devil was an angel, wasn't he?
The most beautiful, brightest angel.
And that was him.
Now, he's falling.
His wings are tattered, hanging off his back.
And he's still falling.
Crying as he goes.
Yesterday, I kissed him.
He was looking away and I touched his face and I pulled him into my arms and I kissed him.
He softened for a second.
He looked at me.
Then his eyes hardened and he pushed me away.
And he turned away from me.
And I think he was crying.
And I tried to take his hand.
And he pulled away.
And he walked off.
But he peeked over his shoulder as he left.
And I think he was crying.
He's an angel.
He's always been an angel.
And now he's falling, falling, falling.
And I'd catch him if he let me.
But he wants to be alone.
Yesterday, he locked himself in his room.
Yesterday, I watched him as he fell.
Today, he didn't mention it.
But he watched me.
And today, he took my hand for a bare second.
He squeezed it, then dropped it.
He wants something from me.
And I can't give it.
Today, he walked two steps away from me.
And he peeked over his shoulder.
And watched me.
And I think he was crying.
Today, my phone rang.
I answered, and on the other end I heard a sigh, then a click.
And I think it was him.
Today, I sat on my bedroom floor.
And I looked at the wall.
And I think I was crying.
And Chibimon tried to cheer me up, but it didn't work.
It wouldn't work.
I'm trying to take Ken's pain.
I'd take it if he let me.
My angel.
With tattered wings, falling forever.