rip off the sleeves off of my arms,
muscles glistening with sweat,
heavy breathing and tanned skin.
it's been months and i can breathe again,
i've tripped and fell and broken down,
and i can admit that i've never been okay.
slowly, but surely, time will heal,
for without hope,
i am nothing.
a small smile irking at my lips as she walks towards me,
an angel descending to hell, to greet the devil,
and with loving arms, he envelopes her.
for even this demon would do anything in the world,
anything in the world at all,
to be able to be loved by this angel.
- slowly, but surely
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growing wings | Completed
Poetry❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberat...
