Angles

I've seen this one angel hanging in town she dances and sings and spreads happiness around she's kind and funny and unique She bathes me in light every time we meet She grips my hand and walks with me down the street this angel isn't mine, but she knows what I need she knows my angles and shows them to me she read the lines that I am hiding closely she heats me up and melts me slowly She brings the light when the night is lonely And when I look at her eyes I swear they're glowing I know they're knowing I can see her probing It's not easy hiding from these angles she's bringing I want to speak, but the words are tainted My brain is jumbled and my thoughts scream faintly I know I'm being a selfish brat Is it my fault that I can be myself with you? Is my my fault that your essence is addicting? what angle do I need to see to see you being an angel over just me?

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