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

Plans were made,
But they concaved...

Angels in the outfield
Angels in the park...

Arguments the same,
Although the words may change...

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

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

She doesn't know
Her own beauty...

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

Her pretty eyes,
Reveal her lies...

Innocence is fleeting,
Leaves with one touch...

I've given all I could and got nothing in return,
It's not like it's the first time, I probably...

Waking inside, my heart skips a beat,
I can't believe I've accomplished this feat...