I can never live up
to what I feel you deserve.
The angel I see you with
does not wear my face.
I want to be the one.
How can I not be the one?
I fall short in so many ways
And each one is a painful stab,
A remainder that I am not your
angel.
I am not your heavenly creation
Though I try so hard to fly
You say it is enough
But it isn't when I fall
to the ground.
Let me be your light.
Tell me I am your perfection.
If you hold me,
Maybe it will be close enough to flying
And I can be my
Angel
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