God with a Nosebleed by MiC-TOO-CLiCHE, literature
Literature
God with a Nosebleed
She had a little brown spot on her shirt
She was an angel
Throwing up in the middle of the street.
She fell on her knees and crawled her way home
She was an angel
Who was so alone that she was swept right off her feet.
She said that nobody could care for her.
She said that nobody could really love an angel.
Is it so wrong
To love something that isn't real?
We got a little mad and had a fight
You said you were god
So I gave you a home and food to eat.
You told me I was wrong and you were right
You said you were god
But why don't you exist when I'm in need?
You said you'll answer my prayers when you want.
You said that if I pra