His Dark Angel
White
Clean and unblemished
The color of purity
As angels should be
But I’m not pure
I am tattered and torn
My wings stained
I cuss and scream
I cry deep inside
Hurt with out meaning it
I fight for life
But simply take the abuse
I love with my whole heart
Mourn silently
He called me his angel
But my wings aren’t white
I am his dark angel
My tainted soul makes me so
I’m not white
My purity gone
Innocence lost
I love him with his many faults
And so too does he love me
Copyright © Nicole Bissell | Year Posted 2009
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