He Used To Be An Angel,,
Be careful who you trust, the devil, he was once an angel. His eyes once held a light that burned brighter than any star at home in the sky. His hands once held up weights so heavy but they would never fall. He was once the most beautiful, the most intriguing, he used to be everyone’s favorite. But then he fell, the light in his eyes had burned so long that it died out and the ashes made home in his mind. His hands dropped the weights, they are no longer strong enough to hold. He shattered and the shards of glass embed themselves in his skin, maybe that’s why he is a match that lights with a single strike. He no longer knows love and humanity, only regret and hatred, his heart is no longer beating, he is not my favorite, darling he is yours, and I beg you to run as fast as you can because his fire will only burn out.
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Jo Bell | Year Posted 2015
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