I think I want to love you, but you're wrapped up in
Her memory, filled with corruption and sin,
And I don't want to try to break down the walls,
Though...I'll pick you up from your falls.
Everytime I look at you, I want to smile and
Hope that everything will drift away like sand
Enter my heart, because it's yours now,
Remind your heart how wrong she was, take my vow.
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Aya-Death Angel
Mostly poetry, no real deep thought. Just a place for momentary bursts of creativity.
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