Things have changed a lot,
once a human in existence,
now a desperate soul crying out "help."
The sounds are never heard,
just as an ants footsteps.
She cries, yet nobodies choices to help her reflect.
"Different" is what they called her,
"lonely" is how they saw her,
and
"hopeless" is how she saw herself.
We were connected somehow,
not by fate,
but by similarities.
-a.w-

In the arms of Lucifer, myself.
I promise you'll have it all.
I'll treat you like then angel I once was.
With you,
I feel like I'm in heaven again.
Then we got into that argument,
I descended back down to hell.
Don't you get it?
Baby, you are my heaven.
-a.w-

I went from writing "her" on fine lined paper, to writing "her" in fine lines on my skin.
-a.w-

And it wasnt until she started crying,
until I realized how broken she was.
-a.w-

"How can you love two people at once?"
"I don't know, but I do."
"You obviously don't know what love is."
"No, I do. "
She has my mind, you have my heart.
-a.w-