Scroll Anonymous Poem

It's funny how things turned this way,
lost in our thoughts that never went away.
Laughing at me like I was the biggest idiot around,
your wings stretching out always in the nick of time.
My angel or my broken girl?
I look to you now like you're the last thing I have,
begging for guidance, and nothing more then someone to go down with.
You look at me like I'm crazy,
a mixed up little thief who tries to be smooth and cool.
I bet you can't make your little heart work,
lost in your thoughts you think it really matters..
But simply put your the angel with my broken wings,
something I wouldn't trade in for the best of dreams.

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