Your a loving girl

a heart warming person

but your eyes tell a cold story

You cry at night

when you are alone

you take long walks and

think this world is coming to an end

and think and think

and just wish this

was just a whole big dream

You are a dying angle

A beautiful love that is dying

No cure

No definition

No love

No feeling

You need a rising shine

like when the sun rises every morning

but your a sun when a horizon forms

hiding and going far far away

from that truthful angle

and in yours eyes is that escape to this whole

dying angle to revel that beautiful angle within you...