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 too perfect in your ways
A vision of monochrome (the unattainable)
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, I've
Agonized over for you, if only you knew
Hanging high by my halo