Hanging high by my halo
Bound so tightly 'round my throat
Words can choke one, you must know
Such a lovely way to go
Might be you're so pretty in your ways
A vision of monochrome
Hanging high by my halo
I don't have much to say
Just words, hushed words, and they
Are broken, incomplete
Disconnected, you know
But those in prose, my poetry, so clean
And clear. Just for you. If only you knew
Hanging high by my halo