I'm a good little saint
with pure hands and white soul.
I feed and I clothe and I heal and I give.
There's a special little place for everyone
in my heart.
I'm a good little saint
who only knew a path
lined with snowy feathers.
I was perfect, a joy to all,
and then I met you.
And now
I'm a human who used to be
a good little saint
that had a spot for everyone
but had no spot for herself.
Now I'm a human who makes
her own spot
in you.
//yeah this is not good. Not my best. But I'll put it up anyway.//
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Let Me Show You The Night
PoetryLet me show you the way the night shines in your eyes. Highest rankings- #34 as of 7/27/17 #39 as of 7/17/17 #54 as of 7/10/17 #56 as of 7/7/17 #63 as of 7/6/17 #67 as of 7/1/17 #89 as of 6/30/17 #98 as of 6/29/17 <<cover by @2bulletsandadream...
