Angel Montoya
Stories (2/0)
Cursed
the darkness comes around to claim a soul who shall forever be cursed by the chains of the past. yet a warrior falls with weariness calling for the one she trusts, yet how can she know it's not the curse set by darkness if not within chains. a warrior fight's for what any cursed soul would crave, even if it meant giving up the very light of freedom... for a cursed warrior to trust and be loved is only it's hope to rid of the curse.
By Angel Montoya6 years ago in Poets
Broken Heart
You are my heart, only you are not in reach. I have fought for what we both want, but you dismiss it as if its not true. My sleepless nights are of needing you, yet you lay with another. You ask me to play along only I am in pain every time you follow it through.
By Angel Montoya6 years ago in Poets