Someday,
maybe
you'll know
why
I've spent
half of my
life span
bleeding,
on the cold
bathroom floor,
trying
so hard to
cut down my wings
because I've seen angels
and how they
break hearts
as they fly away
YOU ARE READING
Unlit
PoetrySometimes I just get tired looking for my stolen matches, and so these places remain unlit. Copyright 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #25 in Poetry 12/06/2016 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits b...
