they say were angles with respect and maturity but were drunk on rose water running around making deals with the devil playing games with every feeling as a pon on our chess board of deception. we wear halos to hide our horns and wings that have been nettle stitched on with threads of sin. Aces we hide up are sleeves but we never cheat. Sometimes we slip but how many secrets can you keep well just gamble are chances and add another tread to are stitched on wings.
-
Author:
clarkgirl13 (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2017 18:04
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 32
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.