Her angel
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.
This poem is about:
Me