Maybe I cry to much,
Maybe I don't cry enough,
But it seems like whatever I do,
My fallen angel saves the day,
Her wings hold me to great heights,
While I remember all my sins,
She makes me feel human,
Right when my world begins to end,
As it crumbles before me,
She flyies into my sight again,
This nameless angel,
Happens to be an old friend,
I was 17 when we first fell from grace,
She still a goddess of 17,
It is clear to me that she,
This nameless angel,
Is love,
To infinite degree.
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