The world is beautiful
My world is beautiful
All the angels lives there
And I am the intruder
Wanting to be like them
I know you tell me
that I am already
But I am not
as beautiful as them
I can't even fly like them
So I snatch onto their wings
Hoping they will take me high
But the problem with heights is
The higher you are the longer
you'll
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Night & Day
Poetry»He needed her affection of love and she needed his heartbeats to fall asleep«
