A wrapped angel 😇
She woke up every morning wishing death
No it wasn't the loneliness, numb and cold soul, dark shadows of her or agony the happiness was the real threat
No horns on her head still different she feels
Her beautiful smile existed only in the reels
The wounds and scars wide open yet invisible they are
She tried protecting the glass velvet with her arms crossed very close but the lost giggles, longing love, caged laughter, and her defeated "noble virtues" shattered her glass velvet and left a heavy mar
The angel once free wrapped herself in a shroud and perished under the moon
Her body turned so cold that even the bright shining sun couldn't rejuvenate her warmth not today never soon
The burning garden of cherry blossoms is no bliss ever
The efforts of sliver sword for cracking open the the heaviest cloud was nothing but wasted endeavour
The two flowers evaporated the elixir so swiftly
The blooming pink wilted unknowingly
No one was to held for the misdemeanor
Three of them had felonies
It's not sad, not mirthfull, not sympathising it is the story of every broken harbour
Time makes everything pass, only if it could still be sober
As it was and always be the angle's shroud scented with crushed cherry blossom
The Holy cracks it has will one day make the bleached colour some
Hoping for the light the callous grew deep
The blossom under the tough layers, crushed yet fresh longing for relief
The angel is wrapped but with a belief
-Ritika 🌷
She woke up every morning wishing death
No it wasn't the loneliness, numb and cold soul, dark shadows of her or agony the happiness was the real threat
No horns on her head still different she feels
Her beautiful smile existed only in the reels
The wounds and scars wide open yet invisible they are
She tried protecting the glass velvet with her arms crossed very close but the lost giggles, longing love, caged laughter, and her defeated "noble virtues" shattered her glass velvet and left a heavy mar
The angel once free wrapped herself in a shroud and perished under the moon
Her body turned so cold that even the bright shining sun couldn't rejuvenate her warmth not today never soon
The burning garden of cherry blossoms is no bliss ever
The efforts of sliver sword for cracking open the the heaviest cloud was nothing but wasted endeavour
The two flowers evaporated the elixir so swiftly
The blooming pink wilted unknowingly
No one was to held for the misdemeanor
Three of them had felonies
It's not sad, not mirthfull, not sympathising it is the story of every broken harbour
Time makes everything pass, only if it could still be sober
As it was and always be the angle's shroud scented with crushed cherry blossom
The Holy cracks it has will one day make the bleached colour some
Hoping for the light the callous grew deep
The blossom under the tough layers, crushed yet fresh longing for relief
The angel is wrapped but with a belief
-Ritika 🌷