They say that angel's don't have wings
That may be why this one fell for the devil
Or so she thought he was the devil until she found out she was never truly an angel
They say that angel's don't have wings
That may be why this one fell for the devil
Or so she thought he was the devil until she found out she was never truly an angel
Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes unti...