| Similar |
| Familiar feelings flare up, Admitting I like it, Fear is preasent, And this Dark Angel knows. He knows of my past, The hurt that I felt, The pain that still is, And my worry of getting close. He understands my words, My writings, My solomn stare, And my tears. The Dark Angel has a past as well, Just as complex as mine, Yet it seems not to bother me. |
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| NOTE: Written for an old friend. Nate K. |
| Copyrite, VervainIris '01 |