Her angel

October 15, 2016

For awhile I thought she made him beautiful

But his beauty was always there

and it is why I cared for him so much

she didn't change a thing

she was like makeup

amplifying the best features

while I only brought out the worst.

I wanted him so bad

but never thought about if he wanted me

played a game with my heart but it my fault because I sold it

I understood when you told me you weren't ready

and I understand better when I see you are ready

just not with me

I don't believe in god

but I believe you're her angel

and if I can't be saved

I'm glad someone can.

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