Lost in your broken love

As we set up utensils of love the storm of angels begins
My hands quiver and I touch the cloak of satin.
Breathing in his ear he touches my hands
Each touch is like a blister.
I realized now he is just a tiny splinter in my heart.

A second in time from this very second I will always be your angel
But why do you make me cry?
Wanting to die to be beautiful
Nothing will ever look right when I cry just for our notice.

The winter comes faster than I wanted so the summer leaves my heart
Broken and old nobody wants a broken heart.
Then I realisrealizedt you.
I wont get you back when the leaves come back and the fairies kiss the waters to make them pure again holding my breath I know now its over not just for now forever.