The Untold Truths of Angel Boy
My Love
He was mean, but for an unknown reason
Kind and loving all the same
He was protective of those near him, but never too much to let them know how he loved them so
His walls were strong and heavily, built as a lion's den, but as easy to tear away a a stack of hay
He was almost as gorgeous outside as he was inside
Funny, yet reasonable, and as wise as an old man, but as curious and arrogant as a child
He walked with such a pride stride that no one ever tried to bring down
Yet darkness grew inside of him that he was yet to find and little did i know he was never mine
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