I wish that you may kiss upon my forehead.

by **Lestat** Mon May 12, 2014 7:54 pm

I wish that you may kiss upon my forehead,
The knowledge of my fathers past.
I know not why I love you,
All I know is that I can see your wings.
Those wing damp form gods tears,
Dark do these wings become.
Walking in this tangled world,
Becoming lost, But I have found you.
I love to see you smiling though it is hallow.
I want your gift of romance to last forever,
And I hate your lust.
Won't you walk with me,
And feel the beat of butterfly wings.
I love you, lost angel.

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