angels are much scarier then you think

I'd call you a blessing
But Im not one to believe in spirits
Not much of an afterlife or a cosmic deity in my beliefs
But the way you waltzed into my life
Started implanting yourself into the sentences of my story
You came to me like a miracle, given to sinners who clasp their hands so tight in prayer, diamonds would begin to form
I let 'I love yous' slip from my lips like  hymns
You give me your sins, your demons
Strung out between the smoke curl of ciggerette drags
But behind each of your steps I feel something holy
I twirl the stands of your hair like rosary beads
In the fingers of a tired sinner, I am left to believe that something as soft and beautiful as you
Could only be created by something far more powerful and magical then the organic matter that makes up our flesh and bone


You make me want to believe in something cosmic