She Is

by A P about a year ago in love poems

An Angel

She Is

What an angel she is

A painting so sound that smelled earthbound

A deity deserving of my crown

A blessing hidden in the eyes of gods that flocked around the rising sun

What an honor to witness the sun

But what an angel she is

Too good for the men around her den

Too luxurious for the poor dogs at her hands

She belongs with another, someone that wouldn’t shy away to love her

What ashame to look upon the sun

Yet what an angel she is

Still bright and beautiful like she always is

Still amazed at the sight she always gives

Still waiting for the day to finally set in

Still wishing my angel would let me in

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A P

I am a wrider and puet. I like vido gams and haven fan. I like mosec and playen getar. Yeh.

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