As the flames rise and the angels disappear outta sight.
The darkness consumes as if on que.
Call me crazy but I want your heart to be mine.
I know some will call us insane, but they can stay in their lane.
We'll be happy and free and eventually they'll see.
Show me your hell cause even Lucifer needs a queen.
YOU ARE READING
A heart poured out
PoetryMy Poems created deep within, transferred from my heart to yours.
