He has angels' wings and an angel's name. But he was never meant to be my guardian. I kissed his face and his purity seared my lips. I knew it wouldn't last, whatever we had. I stepped away from his embrace, but I still felt the edge of his outstretched wings caress my face. I wept for what I never let happen, for what I thought would. I let him believe I was just shallow and conceded, not knowing how to say that I thought angels were demons and the demons were my only friends. I still get touched by his light, but it's not shining for me.
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Just A Troubled Mind Looking For Peace
PoetryA collection of lyrically inclined phrases that have popped into my head over the years. ~B.A.L.K Much love. Hard love.
