Gwendolyn10

I find myself going back to you My Darkling sitting on that throne A King in black Always prepared for an attack Especially when coming from me. Your lips are red, all the blood of the dead Of when I refused to fight Your eyes, storm grey An image of your soul on display There’s a curse between me and you (I know you know it too) But I still want you ‘Like calls to like’ When your power sings to mine Beckoning, whispering to come home To see what’s there But we don’t let it show If only you had let me go... Beat, beat, beat… ‘The problem with wanting Is that is makes us weak’ But together we