Tattered white wings
And a blood red heart
An innocent smile
Amidst the dark forces around her
Despite the happiness they gave
Pain resided in her eyes
But no one seemed to notice
No one seemed to care
Until she met you
Your heart filled hers
You gave her your wings
And asked for nothing in return
The darkness faded
Every time she saw you
You were her hope
Her light
Her joy
Her little angel
YOU ARE READING
Love is strange
PoetryWarning: My writing sucks. This is basically a book of poems. It's the way I see love. I currently do love someone. I won't say anything else other than that if you find this and figure out it's me, I do love you.
