Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Drunk and Afraid of Love

Sweet child, how will you feel when your angel deserts you for all that it has done? Will horns grow to spear the halo, and wings molt to bare cloven hooves? Will your love and respect turn to hate and regret, will your tempered heart ever heal its scars? Will forgiveness pave the way for your disappointments? Will the fires consume us when we are lost in the wild?

I hope you find the answers soon. I gave up looking for them.

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