You and I are One. But as soon the Dance ends, we separate in fear of our sides becoming suspicious of our movements. We're on opposite sides, after all. It's only a matter of time until we stand on the same ground where you fell and I rose. But before that happens, I want to spend more time with you. Getting to know you better. And loving you a little bit more each day. It may just be something weird since you were the only one with me in the beginning but after so many years, I know that what I feel is right. They will wonder why I fancy you so and to be quite frank, I myself don't know. Maybe it's something about your hair (which is quite gorgeous), your devilishly mischievous smile, or underneath of all that hellish layers, you're a little bit of a good person. I know you hate being called that, but I can't help it. It's quite strange and unusual, but I love you for it.
Unfortunately, things never go as planned. The day is near and here we are, standing on opposites sides of each other. Unlike you, I can't disobey what I'm ordered to do.
I loved you and you loved me, but we were never meant to be.
Farewell, my dear demon.
All Yours, Angel
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The Battlefield Within Me & Out
Поэзия✫彡 Poetry, Excerpts & Short Stories ✫彡 bat·tle·field /ˈbadlˌfēld/ - a noun which is defined as the piece of ground on which a battle is or was fought. - also defines as a place or situation of strife or conflict.
