my arms around her
 hold her up against the wind
 the sun blinks away
 the sky adopts a darkened hue
 she is beautiful and tattered
 she is almost perfect in every way

 wings tucked neatly
 hands folded purely

 she's just so confused
 drowning out the noise inside
 hopes to have a conversation
 without the interference
 decorating her thin flesh
 are the scars of where she's been
 passing time in vein

 wings tucked neatly
 hands folded purely