The Lonely Angel

She wore sadness on her sleeve.

Her shirts were the kind that tilted to one side, showing one shoulder or the other,

Her sleeves ran past her hands to hide the nightmares on her wrists

Many men tried to win her heart, thinking they needed to slay a dragon to save her

Little did they know, she was the dragon, and she did not suffer fools

Her heart was not made of ice, but she did have cold walls around it

She had learned long ago that vulnerability was the fastest way to get hurt

Her hair was long, and it always seemed to be covering her face

She could wrap men around her finger with the sweet melody of her voice

She could bring the strongest to their knees with only a gaze

And she was the most dangerous woman in the world with her smile

Her only limitation was that she rarely found occasion to anymore

But woe be to any man who told her she should