There's a sparkle of mystery in your eyes, one of which i've never before seen in my life
there is indeed something different about u you've always said that weird is unique but what happens when unique becomes a good thing?
your presence is like the positive energy off of my rosary.
your smile ensures me that your heart is pure and your words are true, you speak of the angels and i know they can hear you.
your stories are said as if their directly from the book written in red, full of meaning and meant to be said.
you think of me as an angel as well but i must've fell, they clipped my wings and vanquished me to hell.
your eye color changes as does the features of the earth, you may be down here but your just hear to teach us. Preach us the ways that we should believe, the way we should love, and what we should be.
If anyone were to speak doubtfully of you, i'd cover my ears and wait for them to stop then tell them that your the positive energy off of my rosary, you speak of the words from the book of the red and you have the demands of the higher powers embeded in your head.
You are a saint, a pastur, but mostly i know u are my angel
