Maybe He Is
appear in the sky,
to haunt like the night
burning stars peering down
to where your hair curls,
pretending to be a crown.
because you tell yourself,
you are a princess,
and you tell yourself,
he's here to save you.
and maybe he is
with white roses behind his back
his agenda burned in the ashes
maybe.
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