she maybe is your angel
for she beamed too bright for your eyes
her halo shadowed my horns
red never go well with white
you admired her wings
while you loathe my flame
i was envious because
you couldn't treat me the same
you were too busy watching
when it was her time to soar
that you didn't hear me saying,
"I wish i was her"
when you gradually turned white
i feel like disintegrating
i wish i would be gone now
couldn't stand the thought of you leaving
but i know you will do
and so she fetched you from down here excitedly
well devils can't love monsters
what a disaster we could be
YOU ARE READING
Chained
PoetryI asked you if you love me. You widened the space between your thumb and your index finger, saying, "this much" And then I asked you if you love her. Your silence made me realize that both hands weren't long enough Completed.
