Angels

I am pulling angels down from heaven one by one, pulling off each wing then burn them against sun.

Faces of wing less angels delight, inside your voice assures me I'm right.

I am now shrouded by a regretful cloak, shallow breath, tight chest, I choke.

The solace I need slips though my hands. Along with that, my future plans.

I brush your lips with my finger tips and you whisper "I love you".