K. Loye... Writing My Thoughts Till My Pencil Thinks

I've done nothing wrong
but offer my love to an angel
but she hides from herself.
she lies and says she only sees
a demon incased in ashes
of a past abyss who's embers
have enraged the fires of life,
sometimes the smoke never clears
theres too many questions
flowing like tears. a blue heart
lost in an ocean of answers
she drowns with open hands to
the wind while the holes in her
wings leak sunlight like memories
lacerated by love from the doubt
that now holds broken halos
close to my thin writs that will be
bleeding hope for forever
and souls of tomorrow who try to
follow their dreams, seem to know
heaven regrets its dead to this world
fate says only hell is for heroes...