Not Your Hero
His jokes are bad
but I still smile.
His hands are thin
but I still hold them.
He has those innocent eyes filled with romantic movies,
He looks at me like we are in one
He looks at me
Like a drowning man looks at his saviour,
Like I am the light in a dark world
But I've never been a hero I don't know how to be
I just borrowed an angel’s wings
because he called me one
I should’ve known wearing wings doesn’t make you an angel
I wish I could’ve steal the halo
For he deserves someone with one.
His dreams are simple, a family of two in a small town that’s orange
Mine are a mess filled with ladders and hopes of breaking barriers.
His are safe and mine are storms
His eyes are in love
And my words shouldn’t be trusted at all.
It feels good to play roles
I don’t want to be an angel when this world can’t handle one
I don’t want to be a hero when I can be a ruler
I don’t want a small town when I can have a city
He looks at me like a drowning man
Looks at his saviour
I am sure he’ll learn how to swim.
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