A Red Light OS

A Red Light

Dark as raven,
White as snow,
Eyes of ancient royalty,
Prim and proper,
Wealthy and sad

She taunts me, teases me, yet I know she cares not for me, not in the way that I now care for her. Her love is for another, and that one does not love her back, yet she says she doesn't mind; but I know she does, I can see it in her eyes, she does care, and she does feel sorrow. How I would love to be the one to chase away that sorrow in her eyes, free her from her prison, help her escape to where she could find happiness. But she wouldn't let me, not allowing me to get close, I'd be just another one who could hurt her. I could never hurt her. I think of her, of them, and everywhere I turn, I see her, though she is not there. I long to see her face, hate to be apart. If only I could tell her. If I could only tell her that everywhere I see her, and the sorrow that is always with her. I see a red light, in the hands of a broken angel...