Him

perfection...
it drips from him

everything - enigma, pride, light
leaking out all from him

maybe it could have lasted

and staring into those eyes
like a child staring at candy
they were so bright

like snow falling

and with the power of perfection
he could do anything

slow, flying, sweet
maybe thats how i'd describe him

and wings that could have
taken me further

but they brought me back

and after a while
you'll find
maybe perfection doesnt exist

cuz maybe he absorbed too much light
and threw away the darkness