This beautiful Angel a goddess deemed friend,
Words sweeter than Crimson could ever be,
Flow from the mouth of this angel to me,
Her soul she writes in attempt to free the past,
caged in by thoughts she hasn't anywhere to go,
Thoughts whisper their words to her,
she writes them upon paper,
with Crimson inked by blood.
She's stained the minds of readers,
Her poetry fills with ink, it cuts and bleeds,
This friendship something more,
This angel shall be the light within a world I deemed dark,
This shadows been illuminated,
I can finally see past what I thought to be present.
My arm yet distant shall reach out to you,
consoling every hurt, reversing the empty,
My angel..... this friendship was always meant to be.
There are many things I could say about this fabulous poetess, but I fear words might not be enough. She has talent beyond the average. She fills her poems to the brim with emotion. she captivates all a poet should be, and or aspire to be, she truly is a beautiful soul, inside and out.
Don't love me when you feel like it. Don't love me when I want you to. Don't love me just because we're in public ---BUT! --- Love me all the time Love me despite who sees or doesn't Love me because you love me