If love owned wings she would be my angel
As my eyes pierce the sky from a 90 degree angle
She belongs to New Orleans
And I’m of unimportance
She has my soul and heart in each hand
I sit down cause I don’t understand
Love’s tangible demise
Shown in my eyes
As the realization of it’s death is realized
Lungs deflate
I cough as I suffocate
I dream of Love’s rebirth, but I see no phoenix
I feel her in me, loves seamstress
“Repair it’s fabric”
I drown in it’s sea, ever so tragic
No breathing apparatus near
As I leave the atmosphere
Of her pull, but I fail
And love prevails
Over all
And I fall
Back into her pull, again
I hate the would friends
Love will be my doom
I realize, she’s my earth and I’m the moon
I love her reluctantly, just the feeling isn’t mutual
Love turns the Gods mortal, I feel unusual
I realizing as I dream I was still suffocating
Kevon