Walking down the hall,
feeling so down.
Talking to my best friend,
wondering why he left me.
She says 'Go away',
I turn around...
Golden halo,
gorgeous hazel eyes,
scorned by her,
he turns to me,
helpless,
I surrender.
He makes me laugh,
knows when something's wrong.
He understands
like no one has before.
He's there for me,
but can it really be
possible?
That we were meant to be?
He's so perfect in every way
I feel so inadequate.
I wish he could see
this side of me.
He's the reason I'm here,
to be with him
as long as he'll have me.
I don't deserve him,
I feel like a thief,
taking what can't possibly be mine.
Walking down the hall...
Golden halo...
Gorgeous hazel eyes...
My Guardian Angel.
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Phoenixica24
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You weave emotions into powerful narratives.