I love you. I love you so much, I love you too much!
Just don’t run away from me.
You’re an angel, white wings, and halo.
Just please do not stray from me, when my horns are showing.
They’re long for a time, and sharp, both the same.
I’m going to make you feel my pain.
I love you. I love you so much, I love you too much!
Please do not play with me.
You are free to leave anywhere, but I want you to stay with me, as if my horns were never here.
They’re dry in the sun, and soak in the rain.
I’m going to make you bleed my name.
I’m he with a devilish touch, everything I touch goes to hell.
Maybe I’ll live throughout my story, just long enough to tell.
I love you. I love you so much, I love you too much.
You’ll never find another me!
You may look, you may search, you may long, though chasing I’ve placed under me.
My horns are part of me, and I’m proud.
I will be quiet, but I can’t wait to scream loud!
You’ll know my name, but my secrets remain untold.
You can walk in my shoes, but your feet remain cold.
I love you. I love you so much, I love you too much!
My horns, they belong to me.
About the Creator
Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
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