The Waltz with The Angel

She danced it all her way through.
The odds, the evens, 
On a hope that once wrapped around her.
The hypothetical perfection that engulfed her.
The ground, the sky, her demeanour.
All were perfect.

The feeling of being obsolete and worn out.
Is what was least expected.
She never knew that someone could come along,
And dance along with her soul.
Move along with the rhythm inside.
Killing the demons and bringing up the angel side.

They waltz around the space that lied between them.
A long distance which condemned them from getting a glance.
But the rhythm died like any other song.
The story faded like any other epilogue of a story.
As numb as a paralyzed,
As frozen as ice.
They both stood apart.
Feeling the pain in the chest,
Yet feeling the love.

She said, "I don't know"
When he asked, "Why are you crying?"
But inside what whirled around was,
A vision of a deep crack beneath your feet,
A gap so wide open, that she was scared to step out from her shell anymore.
And he was scared of not seeing her at all.
She was scared to let her angels die.
When she knew her demons played with a dagger in chest

All they had was an awkward serenity.
A tranquility that they both hate.
Oh! Alas! What an irony.
Of the sea wave engulfing her feet,
Yet what she felt was peace,
But sharp nails of of falling apart.