She was the most angelic thing he’d seen
She is an angel clipped of her white wings
A lost pure soul gone drifting in between
With beauty that would make the heavens sing

He saw more than just her broken pained heart
She’s strangled by the harsh words of others
For the scars she bears are her work of art
Not knowing the tender touch of lovers

Him wishing just to see her smile once more
Her pain and tears sending silent alarms
To see the sparkling beauty he adores
She shall be safe in the hold of his arms

For she lives with glass bones and paper skin
And this is the simple cruel world lived in