sometimes you don't know what you done, did, and do to me.

sometimes a life of tragedy relates in one's duplicity.

sometimes i can read your eyes as my bible, an angel doomed in his own humanity.

one time, i saw your soul and you fell me your weight, that arch of your body i ​wanted to hold so dearly.
it felt like i earned your love; through earnesty enough.
with all that wish of my wishes in the cup.

i hope i grow wings, when this is finally up.