☆ me, your ★

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

me,

you are not.

i am marked

by the devil

i am a wicked child.

you have feathers

on your shoulder

you save mankind.

i rip the grass

tear aesthetics

and loathe the rain.

you bloom in steps

dance on puddles

you’re floral and fading.

i cannot have you

despite i crave

i am a man of taint.

while you wish me

to change into

colours of pastel paint.

black and white,

day and night,

wrong and right,

you and i.

you,

i am not.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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