Support from the angel that she is...

I am scared to hold her hands, scared that I may scar it with the thorns from my life...

Broken hearts and broken souls

Closed eyes and weeping chords

All but one, that let me forget

The love that was lost, the love that was lost

Her closed eyes, her open lips

Her childish smile and her curved hips

All the innocence in her denial

And All the denials within her innocence

All the lies that dies with time

My eyes that has parched away with time

Get a new chance to taste the life, she said

Might be salty at first but eventually will get used to it.

Don't expect her to carry my load

But when I do walk forward

Can see her shadow behind me

Holding it from the back as if its her own

Do I deserve this love?

Do I deserve her support?

What if she is the white angel

And me the cursed swain of some sort.