Most people dream of angels,
I've held one in my arms...
My hands cold,
my fingers trembling...
The night is lonely
The cold air brushes its fingers across my skin...
This relationship has
burned down like a...
His words were bullets
Tearing holes in her defences...
It's really a shame
That I have to let you go...
Walking to school
Her feet stutter...
He looked so malicious and mysterious
Yet so innocent and pure at the same time...
To bring me food
and books, he goes...
Soul
Dear soul...
Just one little cut,
one little cut...
I made the mistake
of jotting down my dreams on paper...