My Guardian Angel Poem by Anonymous Writer95

Her heart's made of black matter, but no one really cares She's got the body of an angel, and that's all she ever wears You can see the black demons as they lay tortured inside And if you ask her about it, you might hear her cry

I'm the angel's trash, and the only one I was on my way up, but was having no fun So here I lie, without my love The angel's trash, the only one

Her soul's made of lost demons, but her beauty's like none Men lay at her feet, and she knows she's not won Her red wings are dying, yes she can still fly Now she knows she's not heard, so she lets out a cry

I'm the angel's trash, and the only one I was on my way up, but needed some fun So here I fly, without my love The angel's trash, the only dove

Her eyes burn with hate, the passion so strong She knows it's her fault, she knows she was wrong But still she can't help it, she feels she was used Her heart may be black, but it's battered and bruised

She's the angel's trash, and the only one She was on her way up, but the sin was still done So there she cries, without her love The angel's trash, the only one

-9/2010