To the Boy With the Yellow Wings:
To the boy with the yellow wings:
I'll be there--no matter what.
I'm not sure if that's love--or simply an anomaly in my DNA.
From the first day I saw you, some strange instinct kicked on and I knew...
I knew that I had to be there.
No. Matter. What.
Maybe I'm a sadist--maybe I'm just sick.
But I like the broken ones.
Copyright © Kenna Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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