Pretty please, don't close your eyes.
Little child, your angel's here
Ready to unleash your nightmares
And to let your demons in.
And behind every fight
That your demons make with angels
It is a lover that dies
Of impossible salvation.
Why won't lovers let the diference
That creator casts? They're fiends
In their nature, flawed, whenever
They aknowledge sweetest sins.
Can I tell you, child, my secret?
Just bend to lend me your ear.
I am just like demons, hatred
I have bended by my fear.
And my lover? What a sad story
Of such impossible damnation
He is pure. How could he thought I,
A demon, 've been corupted by an angel?
Pretty please, just close your eyes.
Don't let the world to define you
As you see how lovers die,
Losing their most cherished value.
As you see the morning's sunshine,
Don't let that to be your way,
'Cause in every human's value
There's a flaw that love has made.
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Something I can't tell
ŞiirI don't know why I wrote a fricking long poem and at this moment I am afraid to ask myself because I wouldn't like the answer. Hopefully, "Something I can't tell" won't turn into a sequel because someone should check if I am still myself and not som...
