- Books, Literature, and Writing
My pretty little demon Devouring thy soul body & mind
You’re the wingless angel gathering my broken piece.
You seem to be the soil In my love’s budding flowers.
I see us beyond the frightening tree’s Of loneliness
Your all the colers from crayons on my minds coloring page.
You are much better than the mornings first drink...
You give to me the only reason to sleep and breath.
As well you’re the blue lines between all my ink..
Thank you for finally finding and keeping me..
And closing my hearts safety pin violent yet gentlly.