The Devil In You
By Soul Churner
While halos hold your horns into place, I'm the imp not admired by you. A doll of glass who throws her stones, Unlike you, I am looked through. I'm alright. I'm okay. I'm not anyone's first choice, anyway. I'll be fine, Not today. It takes a while When I come unglued. Fate could never mend me, Not after you. Written December 1st, 2001 © on Nov 30 2001 04:36 PM PST, wendy tyler 20 • 0 • 1
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"While halos hold your horns into place,..."