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A fallen angel is what you are, 

Dark, Beautiful, and close, but yet so far.

The sad you have felt burrdens your wings,

You try to fly, but you belive it is in your genes.

You think your ment for sadness, You think your ment for lies,

You feel when you talk to someone part of them dies.

I am here to tell you that part of this is true,

When I talk to you, part of my heart dies too.

Yet the reason I die is not the same as others,

I dont feel the same about you like my fallen brothers.

The reason I die is I see your sadened eyes,

It kills me to see you carry these sad lies.

So much hurt and so much pain,

And yet to others it seems your pain is their gain.

Burrden me with your sadness, Burrden me with your pain,

Give me all your hurt so you can go and fly agin.

So let go of all your pain, drop all of your hurt,

It will allow you to be so light, your feet won't touch dirt.

Fly away but dont go that far,

Because I love you Fallen angel, and I love you where ever you are.