a voice sweeter than any of god's creations
you speak to me with words
that no one else
could say more perfectly.
you say them with knowledge
you say them because you've lived them
the wings on your back have been broken
your halo's been bent
but yet, every time you speak, my heart explodes
because i am in the presence of a little piece
of heaven
although your celestial battles were rough
you managed to make it back here to me
the pain of this world it too much for your
heaven sent self to bear
so you cut your skin
and drown yourself in thoughts
that you'll never be good enough
but the truth is
this world isn't good enough for you
your fragile soul
and innocent heart
have been broken and corrupted
and the only way left to fix it
is to let me love you
let me mend your wings and
bend your halo back to it's original shape
you're too perfect to let this world
break you down
don't let them hate you
don't let them send you home
just let me love you and it will be fine,
angel.