3 a.m.

4

She was the peace I craved for in this chaothic world
Her lips felt like heaven, even the devil cried over them too
She streched her arms wishing for wings to fly, but she was trapped on the ruthless earth
Feet tied to the ground, crying to see the skies again
She'll break all the shackless but for now she's just dreaming
She's contagious, a sickness i'm dying to catch