Playing With Puppets
Hands bound tight and scars on display,
‘Love me now’ I hear you pray.
But I heard an angel crying once,
One winters night, in May.
The air was cold, you closed your eyes,
I sat beside and said goodbye.
I saw an angel die beside me,
Alone and in pain I watched him weep,
But no one knows the secrets brown eyes keep.
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This story is dedicated to all my commenters who are all amazing and always seem to leave really nice comments... If any of you are reading this, then thank you so much for your support, it's great to have something to look forward to reading, this one's for you!
‘Love me now’ I hear you pray.
But I heard an angel crying once,
One winters night, in May.
The air was cold, you closed your eyes,
I sat beside and said goodbye.
I saw an angel die beside me,
Alone and in pain I watched him weep,
But no one knows the secrets brown eyes keep.
***
This story is dedicated to all my commenters who are all amazing and always seem to leave really nice comments... If any of you are reading this, then thank you so much for your support, it's great to have something to look forward to reading, this one's for you!