A friend of mine once said
We all have our angels
I asked him what he meant
And this is what he said
Your angel is your one
Who you want quite deeply
Who you love the most
Yet who does not love you
Sometimes angels become
Lover, girlfriend or spouse
That is where he finished
And told me of his own
I will not tell that tale
For it is his to tell
Long and dark is it
His journey into hell
Yet of my own
I will say this
And a wee bit more
If you will desist
My angel, she is dark
Intelligent and strange
Black hair, shifting eyes
Perfect average weight
She has these dreadful dreams
Which keep her awake
In which all that she loves
Dies a dreadful death
She kicks and breaks walls
When the dream does take her
And I hope to give her comfort
When the dream does take her
For when we shared a night
She seemed more at peace
When shes in my arms
She seems more at ease
She is strong for herself
When among her peers
Yet against her very own blood
No courage does she have
Smart and caring, you see
But does not let it show
Not Christian in her soul
But then, nor am I so
She dresses all in black
And blue denim as well
She tickles and she bites
And throws a pillow at you
She writes darker than I
And writes better too
I see myself in her
But a little more extreme
She is my dark angel
And I love her so
Though she is quite strange
I never want to let go
