Submissions by CannonHeart

How complex are the words that befriend you,
and how many of them are true?
How much more pain is there in your fingertips
than there are smiles on your lips?

Your whims are needles and pins in the cloth
of my redemption.

Hell will not affront us when it has
already defeated us.

Angels will not protect us
if it is you they can not trust.