she was always half.
a part of her walking in her shoes,
the other at feet.
a demon,
and an angel.
she blends in the dark,
and shines bright with the light.
walking in hell,
flying in heaven.
she's my Life,
a two-faced girl...
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Something about US
PoetryLove is distracting, nothing but heartache and heartbreaks, but, butterflies flutter inside from where it grumbles when you're near me...
