ANGEL ON MY CLOUD

Pink hearted dreams remind me that I'm lost in your translation. Doing the things that warm my lips of lingering words. I could never say good-bye to the life of existent love, unable to shut the door of prominent expectancy. Feathered artistic eyes, drastic means for a new beginning. The past of forsaken and deserted trenches, sought up my new future. Winged desire to heavens floating goal, became the angel upon the cloud of happiness. Battered to the beating of joy, Cared for willingly until you choose to leave. But you would never. Tattoo rose, initial through the skin, abbreviated symbols, I gave you my body. Leave behind the thought of another, for I surrender myself to you. I threw away the water now its time to make something new.