You say I am flawed, for you have seen what lies below.
A demon in the shadow of a smile,
A rejected angel, whose cries never quite reach the heaven,
For which she so longs….
Do you see this light of which you speak?
Sometimes a faint blur beckons to me,
It hides behind the bonds of a young girl,
Whose bond are yet to be broken.
Does she know the love she gives is that can heal me?
That that same love could destroy me?
How would she heal such wounds;
That she never knew she created?
