A chibitalia poem
By Don't Touch My Curl
I don't own anything!
If love is a sin
Call me a sinner
As I watch the sky, I think about you
And that time the sky was blue
Today, the clouds has filled the sky
And the happiness that once was mine
Trying to fill the empty spaces
Just causes me to hide the many faces
As the rain hits my cold cheek
I think, is this, my small, old sin?
To love, to live, and to be broken
I wonder, is heaven's gate still open?