Two weeks.
And it will end.
It will happen.
No more.
For either.
Of us.
Two weeks.
But you must.
Go before me.
Because I know.
You're safe if.
I can see you.
Don't look back darling.
Walk on.
Steady and straight.
And know.
That whatever happens.
I am with you.
I've got your back.
I'll fight your nightmares.
I'll fight your demons.
Because soon.
I'll be their.
Worst enemy.
"I may be on the side of.
The angels.
But do not think for a second.
That I am one of them."
And the rain.
Falls down.
YOU ARE READING
They made me write something here
PoetryBoxes and keys. That's all life is. But you must look hard. To know the difference. Between a chain. And a pair of wings.
