My Dark Angle
During the night she comes
comes for me and only me
through the windows she flows like a breeze
through the house she searches for her lover
the one that she searches for is one that is imperfectly perfect
so i guess that not most peoples choice but she is different from most
she looks for a love that will last forever
looks for the man that can heal her wings
so come to me my dark angle
let me heal those tatterd wings and send you back to heaven
you dont belong in this world of hurt
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