My young beautiful angel of guilt
You have stabbed me to the hilt.
And my mind is a twisted thing
For my broken heart you did sting.
With you I could walk on clouds.
Now all I can see is broken shrouds.
Surely I will get over you someday.
Sad that it had to turn out this way.
In you I saw such a refreshing sight.
We conversed as we walked in twilight.
In utter horror we had found ecstasy.
But now your pretty face I can not see.
You have outgrown me and moved on.
In me you have left a beautiful song.
More feathers you will have to shed.
Need to try to get you out of my head.
Your memory will be my guiding light.
We know not everything turns out right.
Thanks for the wonderful hug, miss.
The sweetest lips that I never kissed.
