Broken Halo Blues...
the love I had for you has faded away
and vanished into moonlit skies
like the smoke from a candle blown out
for the night, disappearing as it flies
but like the scent of the candle
I still can smell your perfume on the covers
and as I lay my head down to rest
I still sometimes wish we were lovers
but you know that could never ensue
because it’s hard to love someone
whose halo has broken in two
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2009
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