I was walking through the night
Thinking of fairytales and dust
If it's real I cannot say.
Can someone speak a word of trust?There's a boy staring at me
I don't know what to say.
Why have I become what I've become?
Why do I need to explain?He said he didn't want to be this way.
He's innocent, but it's a game.
I can see his little horns
On top of his angelic face.The big question of the world
In my mind today;
Why all the devils in the world
Don't have a villain face?
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Thoughts of a broken soul
PoetryDark, emotional, may I say some of them happy, in a grunge way, poems. Each of them with a different love story.