I saw the way he looked at you... It's not love, I promise. You smiled when you noticed him staring, but, angel, that emotion in his eyes...It was lust and curiosity, nothing more...
Oh, angel, how I wish you could see what I see. How I wish you could see how perfect and beautiful and painfully poetic you are. And oh, I wish you could see him like I do and see that he won't heal you, he won't take away the pain, he won't love you.
But, I guess I will have to witness the death of an angel, who lost the ability to fly. I will have to witness the fall of you, angel. And it's just because I'm not brave enough, no...I'm scared, angel. I'm so, so scared of losing you and I guess that's what I will have to face, just because I'm not going to come close. Just because I hate myself. Just because you're perfect, angel.
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Letters for her
PoetryThis is just my diary. A diary of a meaningless person with a meaningless life... Except for her, the girl I want to love so bad, yet I can't. Because she is art and art isn't meant to be loved. It's meant to be adored... Because, what really is art...
