Angel on an
onion
will never earn
her wings
instead she'll
sit and cry
it out
and take what
joy her brings.
She writes
of love
triumphate
and hopes he'll
pose a ring
but while she
sleeps
she finds the
truth
she wished
she could've seen.
He knows
the night
does bring her
a gift
of which she'll write
but reality
will bare it all
as a cruelty
without light
she says it loud
though not
as clear
that he would
understand
so dreams will
come
and she'll wish
he knew
she wants him
on her hand.