LoveYou see him for the first time and you know it's him.
You talk to him and know it's him.
His back turned to you is very dear,
and yet for some reason you don't know what he thinks.
A while later, the devil comes and cuts off your wings,
and that's when you know- he wasn't him.
charelschinchillas 13-15 0 Dec 14, 2012