Thinking about,
The angel I saw,
Maybe,
Oh maybe there are angels after all.
And I tried to fix myself,
I ended up hurting everybody else,
Call me nuclear,
Or don't call me at all,
I gave you my heart,
For a bit you didn't break it at all.
I'll never be the best at anything,
But not the worst one yet,
Metaphorically speaking,
I should be something else,
Put to put a label,
On something you hate,
Is like adding,
An expiration date,
To something,
That doesn't exist.
To be or not to be,
I should say no this time,
I don't do trust at all,
But when I saw you,
I swore I'd never fall,
Here we are.
Life is no a rollercoaster,
More like an airplane,
We move in one direction,
But some people go back the same old way,
There are some twists and turns,
Call it the turbulence,
Or call in a nurse,
And yeah we soar so high,
But there are still dangers in the sky.
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A Dumb Transboy's Book of Poems
Poetry*throws phone out a window* HEY HI THIS IS IN THE 2017 WATTY AWARDS NOW IF YOU WANNA BORKING VOTE FOR ME <3 Highest Rating: #337 in Poetry 6/24/17
