spread your wings, you poor little child.
what possesses you to want to make such
drastic sacrifices?
listen, you imbecile.
just because you weren't saved,
it isn't a good enough reason to
shred your back and sprout wings
to become an angel,
and save people who weren't worth
saving in the first place.
just like you.
...
Two of my favorite 'Angel' songs XD
Af.
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
PoetryHIRAETH- (n.) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which never was. Previously: Songs Of My Lonely Soul. *** A Song Of My Lonely Soul. A Ballad Of My Heart Whole. A Story That Was Never Said. When We Find It To Be Dead. ...
