I’m still dreaming of you,
Your pretty face and your doe eyes.
Adorned with lace and bows,
My angel,
Still spread out for me.

I’m still pacing on cold floors,
Looking for your gaze.
In everything I do,
I wait for your reaction,
My angel,
Still making a fool of me.

My angel,
Yet your horns are still visible
From here.
My angel,
Yet I can’t look in your eyes
Any longer, fallen angel.