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He was an angel With dark broken wings. His pain was venomous And love torturous. His dark side Never showed. He never wanted it to- It would hurt me too much. He sent off a mysterious vibe. No one ever saw his black wings, Hidden by his leather jacket. But someone eventually did Taking it off and revealing him. Scars and bruises marked his body- He’d been hurt and broken. I never realized I wanted to hold him, Love him, And mend his jagged pieces. He had a dark side- He lived dangerously, He wanted exhilaration, More excitement to last a lifetime. He was the bad boy. I was an angel With white wings. I sent out happiness And brought smiles to faces. I had a bright side That always  showed. I wanted everyone to laugh, Most of all, deep inside I wanted him to smile I wrote, read and imagined Love lives day and night I dreamed to fall hard For someone one day. I lived a quiet life, No risks, Safe and sound, Hidden from the world. My chances came from my words. I was disguised by Everyone else’s uniqueness. I was the good girl. We met. He was dangerous I was cautious- I wanted nothing from him He wanted nothing from me. Yet he made me blush, He made every word we exchanged Worth it. Good or not. He made my stomach go crazy, I felt so special. The intensity in his eyes When we spoke Made me feel incredible. We were star crossed lovers, But he was willing to do anything To keep me. He planted a smile permanently On my face. I soon learned to like him. A crush became love And love led me to crave- Crave him. I wanted to fix his wings Make him fly again. Fly back to heaven where he belonged. He was out of this world- Just perfect. He loved me as much as I loved him. He was black, I was white, I was day, he was night, He was dark, I was light. We contrasted, We were abstract- Amazing. I wanted his touch, His kiss, Begged for his words, Every. Single. Day He drove me crazy, Insane every morning. I could only think of him, He affected me So Much. I was addicted to his words, I needed him- I needed my angel- My precious Dark Angel. He was the danger I needed, To spark my life. He was happiness, I loved him so much it hurt. He was perfect. He was all  Mine
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
The Light in His Darkness
He was an angel With dark broken wings. His pain was venomous And love torturous. His dark side Never showed. He never wanted it to- It would hurt me too much. He sent off a mysterious vibe. No one ever saw his black wings, Hidden by his leather jacket. But someone eventually did Taking it off and revealing him. Scars and bruises marked his body- He’d been hurt and broken. I never realized I wanted to hold him, Love him, And mend his jagged pieces. He had a dark side- He lived dangerously, He wanted exhilaration, More excitement to last a lifetime. He was the bad boy. I was an angel With white wings. I sent out happiness And brought smiles to faces. I had a bright side That always  showed. I wanted everyone to laugh, Most of all, deep inside I wanted him to smile I wrote, read and imagined Love lives day and night I dreamed to fall hard For someone one day. I lived a quiet life, No risks, Safe and sound, Hidden from the world. My chances came from my words. I was disguised by Everyone else’s uniqueness. I was the good girl. We met. He was dangerous I was cautious- I wanted nothing from him He wanted nothing from me. Yet he made me blush, He made every word we exchanged Worth it. Good or not. He made my stomach go crazy, I felt so special. The intensity in his eyes When we spoke Made me feel incredible. We were star crossed lovers, But he was willing to do anything To keep me. He planted a smile permanently On my face. I soon learned to like him. A crush became love And love led me to crave- Crave him. I wanted to fix his wings Make him fly again. Fly back to heaven where he belonged. He was out of this world- Just perfect. He loved me as much as I loved him. He was black, I was white, I was day, he was night, He was dark, I was light. We contrasted, We were abstract- Amazing. I wanted his touch, His kiss, Begged for his words, Every. Single. Day He drove me crazy, Insane every morning. I could only think of him, He affected me So Much. I was addicted to his words, I needed him- I needed my angel- My precious Dark Angel. He was the danger I needed, To spark my life. He was happiness, I loved him so much it hurt. He was perfect. He was all  Mine
This goes out to my precious angel that I love. I hope you all have found one too.
bipolar-hypocrite
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
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