There was a time,
I had adorned wings,
& lived in such innocents.
But that first time,
our lips so gently touched,
my wings were torn from flesh,
but I was too in love to ever feel it,
until now.
Living in a world so smirched,
I guess I didn't realize it,
until I didn't have you here,
to mask this sick, dark world.
Blood seeps down my back,
from the wounds that once held my wings,
only now that's all they are...
healing wounds.
& When they are scars,
my heart will be mended too.
Guess I never knew how hard it'd be,
to live without you.
I've sacraficed so much,
baby don't you see?
I'd tear my heart out too,
if it'd impress you...
Please be impressed,
please be mine.
