ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

No strings to bind your hands to mine,
No promises to break or keep.
I’ll pour the wine, we’ll cross the line,
Before I turn away to sleep. 

Don’t speak of forever, don't look too deep,
There is no love, just a phantom thrill.
Just call me angel, while the shadows creep,
And I’ll be gone, quiet and still. 

Touch my cheek before you leave,
A temporary, cold embrace.
It’s only fiction, I believe,
Just an angel with a forgotten face.

No, I won't cry, there is no pain,
When a heart is not brought to the start.
Just call me angel, in the freezing rain,
And then, quietly, we will depart.