The angel in her life doesnt come
dressed all in white.
It isnt even sent by something greater.
She met this angel on accident.
She was never suppose to talk to him
Without him; suicide would have won.
Without him; the pain would be unbearable
Without him; she would be alone
His angel in his life
is not dressed in all white
It wasnt even sent by something greater
without her; suicide would be on its way
without her; the pain would be locked up
without her; he would be alone
Together they changed fate.
Together they get eachother through the day.
Holding eachother up when one of us falls.
Helping put the pieces back together when one of us breaks.
Being eachothers best friend.
Her angel is her best friend, her secret love, her hero.
His angel is his best friend, his open love, his hero.
Wishing For Perfection
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