A friend said,
I have to write a poem...

They don't know what to do with you,
Your simply not their kind...

Sitting in my bed,
Looking at my phone...

Your stories are amazing,
Filled with fantasy and lore...

Angels in the outfield
Angels in the park...

Warmth envelops me as I fall
Crying out I hear your call...

She's a beautiful disaster,
Chaos follows at her feet...

I laugh more when I'm wth you,
Than I do when were apart...

Your smile still entices me,
I can still taste your kiss...

Youll never know,
about the fake smiles...

As the night whines down
He should go to bed...

If you don't really know her,
That painted smile seems real...