he sings like an angel and looks like one i am the devil who wants his body and his mind his soul, maybe not, but ill wait for that. calling for his head, on that option the jury's out as i look at him i wonder what my purpose for this trip was at first as i fight love, an emotion i supposedly do not feel i am the devil and he is the angel that pities me as i look and he sees the lust in my eyes and looks away i haven't had enough just yet after the fact, i follow him with the excuse that i want him to be safe but my love and lust makes me walk alongside him and that's something, isn't it? that a devil can love an angel is absurd well, that's what they say but can an angel love this devil?? he is an angel named danny i am a devil named antwan i looked for love and lust it was with him all the time he dressed in white, but was missing his wings while i looked evil, as usual, in black i would mend my ways but its too late..Birth sign: Aries
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