Half Angel
We were very close but never quite hooked up.
I think my approach was a bit too rough.
A little to honest for your fantasy...puff.
But the truth is I couldn't handle the wild swings.
The split personality.
What a man needs at the end of the day
is a steady stream of steady.
A half angel Wielding a watering can.
When the world turns to cold-hell fire.
I do hope that he's treating you well.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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