Perfect Angel
She is my light, my everything.
I would of never been able to grow
To show how I can change,
She came in to rearrange
All my views on the world.
When I felt helpless and on the edge,
She pulled over to the ledge.
It wasn't as far of a drop as I thought,
She makes the world return to color,
Nothing is dull, it is all her.
We may be only half the same
But in my eyes she is a saint,
And I am just ain't.
She might try to make me believe
But I am, fully, imperfect
She has the qualities of perfect.
To me she is my angel,
To her, I count as an imperfect angel
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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