The Angel and the ring
And then he spoke up.
And his voice was soft as air.
"if you marry him, it's not my fault
I tried my best, but he's not the one you love.
You understand, I couldn't talk.
If it was your decision I would have to accept.
But I can see now it's not what you want.
So let me help you. I am your Angel."
And so I stared at the middle air,
walked out and said that he was insane.
I was to marry him and be happy
and he was nothing but my imagination.
A voice inside my head.
Angels...they don't exist.
I felt the air around my hair, the wind blowing strong
I felt that something I said was eternally wrong...
...and then nothing more.
I felt reality running into my skin.
It was the end. I might as well pray...
there will never be an angel round the corner for me...