Loving you makes me grow wings.
Makes me want to help people.
It makes me sit on the right side of their shoulders, telling them the right from wrong.
"You're an angel." you whispered in my ears one night.
From the day I met you, I wanted to be good. Good for you.
But I'm just a demon in disguise,
I knew better than to manipulate you.
So I left with out saying goodbye, I left with a broken heart and red
eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Crowded head
PoetryStrong words, meaningful feelings, sharp knifes, deep love. All spilled by a quite girl.
