Jan 2014
I have a habit,
Of summoning the devil
When I speak of him.
Though this devil has no horns,
Her skin is white,
And she has claimed no sin.
Never been to hell,
Floating in her own heaven,
She is purity.
Why do I call her such names
When I know she's only herself;
"Perfection."
Of summoning the devil
When I speak of him.
Though this devil has no horns,
Her skin is white,
And she has claimed no sin.
Never been to hell,
Floating in her own heaven,
She is purity.
Why do I call her such names
When I know she's only herself;
"Perfection."
-Today, when she walked right past me during a time I thought I was alone, thinking of how I could have done things differently.
(21/M/Salt Lake City)
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