CorinaWrites

I know I do a lot of things
You may not see as right
I’ve even bared my tender soul
Just to feel the bite
Yes, those kisses left their scars
And every day I’ve wondered
Just how much I love those mars
The proof of how I’ve hungered
Bruises of imperfection
Across my angel face
Heroes born and love forlorn
Have put me in my place
Yes, my wings are weathered,
But my conscience remains clear
You may see the danger,
But I have nothing left to fear