Heart I need my angel,
This condition called love is proving fatal,
I have never known something so powerful,
And yet so painful,
But so beautiful,
And ever so wishful,
By now I must look so pitiful,
I know I have to be careful,
I know it’s that simple,
When I find you i will be careful,
But for now I must keep searching for my angel.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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