I see the fire in your eyes
Scorching my mask and misery.
I hear your voice of crystal ice
Speaking calmly, comforting me.
Yet your words are as arrows
Piercing me with utmost grace.
Your hands which tore away my mask
Gently touch my face.
Your lips tore through my wall
They broke apart my shell.
Yet if not for their gentle touch
I might have never done so well.
Where has your fire gone?
Your eyes are dead and faded.
What happened to your crystal voice?
It’s gotten cold and jaded.
Your words that were once arrows
Have lost their piercing sting.
Their once elegant grace
Now as a rusted ring.
Where are those once strong hands
That tore my wall apart?
Are they now weakened and cold
So far from where you’d start.
What happened dearest angel
To the strong girl that I love?
Do you just want me there
Along with Him above?
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