I'm cut and bruised
Haven't I earned my strips?
Haven't I suffered enough
To God
I love her
But why would u give a Angel
Like her
To a broken kid
Like me
My hands are cut and the darkness pours out of me
I cut out my heart but still I bleed
I gave it to her
And for her
It bleeds crimson for her
She sees the imperfections and loves it
No matter what
She is a blessing
But I yet to comprehend
Why a angel
Would be given
To a failure of a life
A failure
Like me
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Oh, The Places In My Head
PoetryHere lies any emotion that has been stamped into my heart told with words dripped from my fingertips. More in the Introduction (Majority of Photos are not mine)
