Simply Unlovable
I am a smith of my own destiny. Therefore if I am tied down I will simply not prosper. Although the sweet sense of love would finally make me feel wanted, I must stick to my path and accept that I will always be alone. For if she got too close, she would burn up from the hellfire within me, and suffocate from the smoke I breathe. Such soft hands touch my face of brimstone, and such light fills my empty eyes. If I didn’t know her parents I would’ve sworn she was an angel, but angels that fall from Heaven go straight to Hell.
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