My Angel.
I used to think you were my angel.
Now I know you have no wings,
there is no halo above your head.
There’s so much left unsaid,
almost too much to try and mend this rift.
It feels as wide as the ocean.
Every day that passes,
slow and uncertain,
is like torture to my heart.
I feel you growing more distant.
I don’t know how to stop it.
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