It was murder,
Plain and simple
Blood leaking from my broken heart,
Dripping as you left me to die.
But in death, one of two things happen;
You either soar to Heaven or burn in Hell.
You may have stolen my innocence,
Smashed my soul beyond repair,
But deep down,
I was a saint, not a sinner.
Because in your game,
There could only be one winner.
Instead of falling to your fiery pit,
I soared above the clouds.
Became an angel, earned my wings,
Now look who's the one that can fly.
A/N: I'm really proud of this one, especially the title. I don't usually give my poems titles, so I hope they're actually good instead of random words titling other random words. Every time I see a vote, comment or even a read, my heart leaps. It's greatly appreciated, trust me :)
Thanks to anyone who's reading this, and special thanks to all those who vote and/or comment. You have my love <3
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