Yes, we never belonged.

by Chelsea   May 30, 2008


Demented. Tormented. Creative.
His soul belongs to the devil,
and yet, god has lent him wings.
the power to link lines with ones face
to taste,
to know,
to feel ones thoughts,
to travel without taking modern flight.
to ease your face between their problems,
cause attak to lack of truth.
to churn ones thought,
to twist perspective,
to mis an eye with ears.
to kiss,
to draw,
with hands he flaws
to perfection without hesitation.
To hear with four eyes,
to see with one ear,
to hold with two feet,
to walk with one hand.
to climb an ocean,
to swim through mountains,
to repeat. to trace. to speak.

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