Swift strokes of our wings,
The soft, light in voices.
We are the angels,
The ones who would break the rules.
We started our fires,
Burned innocence.
We slowly lost our wings,
Fell from heaven.
Our souls were pulled from our bodies,
Leaving gashes in our hearts.
We would forever be known as the Demons.
The ones who hide in the dark.
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PoetryI wrote most of these for someone...someone that ik doesn't care...but that I care about...but I care about everyone I write about...so...I hope you enjoy
