Angels
Pretty white feathers flutter around me.
A nuisance now, really.
Angel before me,
this is for you, to a degree.
About when we were a "we"
I wore pink glasses so blurry,
I couldn't see.
But we blame it on love, don't we?
It's only after I fell off our balcony
that I realized you weren't quite meant for me.
A nuisance now, really.
Angel before me,
this is for you, to a degree.
About when we were a "we"
I wore pink glasses so blurry,
I couldn't see.
But we blame it on love, don't we?
It's only after I fell off our balcony
that I realized you weren't quite meant for me.
♠ ♠ ♠
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