All I need from you is your love, your arms wrapped around me or mine around you, your soft skin against mine. I just need someone, I have no one, no loves no life. I am nothing but a lost cause, loose blade, fallen star, worthless angel. I wish I may,I wish I might, the dreams I wish I could believe tonight, all my hope left through the open window with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. I left my window open, not hoping for parts of me to escape but for parts of you to float in, but that is not how life is, my dear. Angels have wings so that they can fly, what do we have to compensate for our eternal pain? Having to rely on the faith that left.
YOU ARE READING
lost, lonely, dead
Non-FictionMy thoughts and feelings, my pain and anxiety, my beauty and my love.
