Isabel

Isabel is an alias of a friend of mine that of course I wanted to be mine but nope, did not happen.

 

 

 

Isabel, oh do tell how an angel like you fell? Tales of your decent causes lament. Saddened by your broken wings yet delighted by the joy one person brings. Soon you’ll heal and fly away but till then I’ll ease your heart day by day. Time spent is worth the aftermath, as long as you find the right path. I’ll miss you, like many, we’ll be sad and blue this is true. Our moments never forgotten nor spoiled or rotten. You left your mark, soon a spark to re-embark. Awaiting that day is what matters, jumping through hoops climbing chutes and ladders. Someday… one day… any day. Between now and May. You’ll know what I felt all along no longer able to deny the reason why you defy. Wings are healed within that time, true happiness revealed. No desire to fly, but just in case you rely on the possibility to try a new guy. Never gave your all which was the reason in the first place you had to fall. Hitting bricks and walking into walls. Sooner or later let go of the cursed wings of doubt to see what this intales freeing the clout. All is there but mental capacity, freeing hindrance will open mental audacity. Don’t you see that were meant to be? Free to be caged while being free to be free. Pandemonium and chaos, mixed with a sense of love while feeling at a loss. Very unique, what’s your "Immortal Technique?" Are you an angel or a freak? Either one is fun, playing Russian roulette by myself passing the gun. Always my turn, 5 misses…this is it. The last and final burn. A loud out of the blue violence before the never-ending silence… sorry.

 

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