Its two a.m.
And I haven’t found home yet,
Why is this happening?
So walked straight,
Towards false hope and deceit,
I fell.
You weren’t there,
You didn’t help,
Instead, you kept quiet.
I drew tones of symmetrical lines
Shaping you.
Failed.
Fucking failed.
I walked again.
This time,
I make turns so I won’t fall again.
And I didn’t.
Because I had so many reasons not to,
Because I had to fight to tell a tale,
Because I was hurt so bad,
Because I had stars with me,
Because I have a heart with me,
Because it wasn’t all nice in the end,
Because I had angels to look over me
And these angels are my new symmetrical drawings.
They had shaped me in to another angel.
