To Me Poem by King Happy

They were just too far apart,
Though nobody could tell.
One had fell from heaven,
The other rose from hell.
To me its not a difference
To me its just a spell,
Cursed upon me to hide these wings.
To be your human martyr,
To bring you everything
That can make you happy
That can make you sad
So that we'll realize life isnt so bad.
To me not much matters,
Except our blackened hearts.
Knowing what is on your mind,
We're never far apart.
To me we'll never see,
Just what we could be,
All that is and was,
Forever in front of me.