Love is not a complicated word
And yet it caused all this trouble

Even angels would fall for you

God must hate me
If he allowed me to
Fall in love with
One of his angels

You say I am not what you want
I have flaws in your eyes
you refuse to look past

Yet, in the silent hours of the night
when your mind is tired and lonely
you say you love me
you say you dream of me
you say I am what you want and more

But which do you mean, then?
Am I your dream girl
or am I just a placeholder
for issues, you find with me
are too much to look past?

Simple in nature
Pure in intentions

oh sweet desire
why must you strike my heart

Words I write
sentences I type

and for what
what is you're desire

or you after the encounter
more than the lasting imprint