Broken angel.

There she stands all alone
Being forced to be what she is not.
There she stands being being someone who she is not,
Faking the world and wearing the mask

There you'll she Her crying one's eye out
Down in the mouth faced like a wet week end,
Forced to believe what she is not
Making her heart sink, there she stands.

Sad, lonely and depressed she is
Searching out the way to see the light,
Above and beyond the call of duty
Wishing for miracles to save her out

There is our angel, princess I call her
Broken angel with a dark soul,
Trying to fly out where she belong in
Yet the soul so pure n soft.

"so different you are" people tell her
Ignoring the vibes,  there she moves
A step after the other, there she goes
And there i stand seeing her walk away.

Never was she afraid of her own shadow
Followed by thousand and caught by none,
With the hope that she would fly
There I stand seeing her walk by.

There stand our princess all alone
Wishing out to fly away,
Angel with a broken wing, there she is
Waiting for the alarm to ring tring tring.

And there i was,  following her
Waiting to pull all hands on the deck,
Moving step by step towards the dark soul
Seeing her like hell being broke losen

I stepped back keep the dark soul alone
With all her jazz and darkness,
"my brightness could never make her bright",
I told to myself and followed her up..

Still today I follow the dark soul
Counting her steps,  wishing to make her bright,
Yet with no fix abode of self
I dream of making a castle of happiness for her..

Aquamarine - Angel of the dark soul

Lying down in the dark room,
There she is seen ones again.
In the place where she said she belongs,
Aquamarine, the queen of the dark soul.

Shattered into pieces, broken down like the glass,
Shining bright to hide the inner grieve
And holding onto the pain that no men can dare to,
There she shines, far away yet too bright.

"you are that star aquamarine", I said
Far beyond the galaxy, beyond the black stump.
There she stands, faking that smile and shedding tears
Aquamarine, the bravest girl with the mighty soul.

"yes I am that star", raised the voice.
Beyond the black stump, laminating alone.
Deeply far, yet so bright I am,
Holding the pain that no man can.

From devils 😈  dancing on the tip of her finger,
She then called herself the angels of the dark soul.
She had the best of both the world's,
Costing her an arm and a leg of her own.

There goes aquamarine, angel of the dark soul,
Never been caught dead, external being the light.
Not taking a grain of salt to what people say,
Making her way through the dark night.

"That is the external me", she whispered
Giving me the light to hide the inner me.
Broken, afraid, shattered and depressed, thats the real me,
The external covering up, making it look perfect.

"That is my soul!" she exclaimed
dark,sad,broken and unfixable.
Yet I see The Star, beyond the stump,
Filled with life and deep thoughts.