Isabelle Lightwood
New member
So, what do you think???:
Wings Tipped With Blood
Her white wings, white as her perfect face, were tipped with blood
Her golden eyes were calm, though they didn't tell the true story
Her halo, glowing ever so brightly, was a disguise
A disguise of something she had always hid
Her lips spoke no words, her eyes tell a lie
But if you listen to her heart speak, you'll find the pure truth
Of how she had felt, of her broken dreams
Do not listen to what her lips have to say
Her radiance was as bright as the sun itself
Her face so perfect, her beauty so unbroken, so calm
Her hair so golden, as they brushed against her face
But looks can be deceiving, can't they?
Behind those golden eyes, behind that disguise,
Lies her broken dreams, her shattered hopes, her pain
And now, as she rises towards the skies, she still won't tell her tale
Of shattered hopes, and broken dreams
Wings Tipped With Blood
Her white wings, white as her perfect face, were tipped with blood
Her golden eyes were calm, though they didn't tell the true story
Her halo, glowing ever so brightly, was a disguise
A disguise of something she had always hid
Her lips spoke no words, her eyes tell a lie
But if you listen to her heart speak, you'll find the pure truth
Of how she had felt, of her broken dreams
Do not listen to what her lips have to say
Her radiance was as bright as the sun itself
Her face so perfect, her beauty so unbroken, so calm
Her hair so golden, as they brushed against her face
But looks can be deceiving, can't they?
Behind those golden eyes, behind that disguise,
Lies her broken dreams, her shattered hopes, her pain
And now, as she rises towards the skies, she still won't tell her tale
Of shattered hopes, and broken dreams