Oh what beautiful irony
a rose growing in the winter
only to whither at my touch
an angel ripped from my heart
and given life ever so far away
calling me with her seductive song
making me struggle against my bonds
and my soul screams against the howling winds
only to be silenced by the midnight breeze
I cry my tears ever so softly
yearning to touch what I never may have
and dying ever time I cannot reach
sweet nothings dying on my lips
and words that come out cold and hollow
Your tears cut deep into me
and your cries ring forever in my ears
I can only long to hold you
to wrap my arms around your delicate body
to softly whisper in your ear
and to graze my lips over your hair
a sweet poison that I cannot stop drinking
a fragile knife I cannot pull from my heart
This is the pain I live with
a pain I will not let go
a soothing hand on my face
as cold as Death's icy grip
a soft kiss on my lips
drawing blood and leaving me dry
At the edge of the cliff I stand
jumping and falling for all ever
turning and twisting in the cold air
only to land in a heaven I no longer believe in
This is life's beautiful irony
to create an angel ever so perfect
and move her away from my waiting arms.

by,
WPHUNG (I'm really beginning to hate irony)
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