The Angel and Mortal

Hello monkeys who actually do read my blog. Whoever you are. How is your day? I've been so busy I barely know what it's like to just sit around and stone. Or surf the internet for more than 10 hours a day looking up on celebrity gossips (like Lady Gaga being a hermaphrodite) and the latest hawt songs.

Anyway, as one of the activities in Choir, each of us was assigned a mortal and we, as angels, are supposed to take care of our own mortal and give them something special. I wrote some poems to my mortal (hope she actually likes it :S) and while writing for her I had inspirations to write other stuff. Here goes.

The calm I see it's in your eyes
The way you speak an assurance outside
The rain, the thunder you hide inside
Only a masquerade of what you hide inside

Speak to the wind of your troubles, your love
They may carry your secrets up above
Speak to me of your thoughts and words
I just may help you ease the pain and hurt

My mortal you are, the angel I am
I will try my all to be the best I can
But fallen an angel, a man I am
If you are my mortal please comprehend

The calm you see it's in my eyes
The way I speak an assurance outside
The rain, the thunder I hide inside
Only a masquerade of what's on my mind.

Life is [insert favourite word of the day].