She is a diamond, worth more than a soul,
She is a spirit, heart pure as gold,
A lesson, that she’s honest but it’s sold,
A hold, you belief once will come to life,
A time, which you hope will never come to an end,
She’s something, a force you cannot control,
The power of which you will never be sure,
She could be gone, you know you could never hold
What is she, a heart breaker or healer, God only knows,
But she’s amazing and always will be a purest form of love
which could ever be born and never gets old.
But now it’s over, you did what you could,
it’ll remain in your history, the times you never told,
Shes an angel born only for lucky souls.
This came out just after I told her how I felt about her, I'm writing this openly in a belief that it would heal my pain. Bit by bit, I try to heal.