The Fallen Angel
He waits so quietly,
Just around the corner,
His blue eyes never close,
Because he's looking for you.
You turn the corner noislessly,
He grabs you as you pass,
You look down blushing,
you already know what he wants.
You step back slowly,
You're wrist slipping from his grasp,
You shake your head with a regretful small smile,
and say "Not this time, Angel."
He blinks and you're gone again.
This is the life of the fallen angel.
Confusion, Regret, Sadness, Need, Revenge.
Just around the corner,
His blue eyes never close,
Because he's looking for you.
You turn the corner noislessly,
He grabs you as you pass,
You look down blushing,
you already know what he wants.
You step back slowly,
You're wrist slipping from his grasp,
You shake your head with a regretful small smile,
and say "Not this time, Angel."
He blinks and you're gone again.
This is the life of the fallen angel.
Confusion, Regret, Sadness, Need, Revenge.
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