To everyone who has made mistakes,
For the ones that only one slip up is all it takes
To fall down and cry;
No, do not lie,
One mess up and your whole body aches.
I know.
I have felt the same blow.
We all have our demons.
Demons that can't help to commit high treasons,
Etched into the soul; taking the shape of a big, black crow.
Just know,
You are not alone; like a deer at the end of a crossbow.
Nothing kills me more than sadness;
Like drifting away from others sending me into madness.
So, I will do anything in my power to return your glow.
