They told her to let go of the past but she refused to forget
And they told her to avoid the dark but she lays restless so many nights, she grew to love it.
She embraced the sadness that she felt and kept her scars out in the open.
She took her demons to her bed and they frightened her to sleep.
She makes company to the sun, while the moon is away, and puts up the stars once it is awake.
She likes the angels, but she loves to play with the devil. She listens to its broken hearted songs and drowns in its loneliness.She feels everything so deeply, she can sense all the pain.
She feels your tears running down her cheeks, she feels your broken heart in her chest.
She sees how you're so beautiful inside, even if you don't want to confess.
She knows why you shut down your light. You're afraid they might steal it, you think they'll take it away.She is a wild spirit, my friend
While we are down here envying the birds
She's flying way above themShe
is
everywhere.
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Deadly - Poetry
Poetry/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/