Sunday, February 27, 2011

angelic

"I have a lot on my mind," she said.

"I'm here. Unload on me."

"And when you're done, you'll float just like a feather in the howling wind towards my loving heart."

Sensing you'd break it, I blow you away because the conditions you insist on are influenced by the devil at your side.

And as you've deduced, I'm as angelic as the next guy.

1 comments: