For My Angel
when I picture beauty,
it's you I think og first
when I think of love,
only you can quench that thirst
when I cry alone at night,
it's your warmth that I feel
I wish I hadn't hurt you
I wish your love was real.
it was you that I hurt
and myself as much
when I think of happiness
it's your memory which I clutch
the happy times so perfect
because you were so near
the sad times bearable
losing you was the only thing I feared
I'm sorry.
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