Writing of angels and death I sit,
Observant of my own mentality,
Questioning each word that spills forth from my mind,
Asking myself, does this look right?
The pain of teenage angst plain to see,
Though I am 22 now, those feelings remain,
Now dragging my soul to the ground,
My only release I find in another person.

Troubled by demons of her own,
I confide my love, my very essence into her,
She carries me onward making the pain of the past easy to bear,
Trying to comfort her in times of need is tricky,
But I try,

I love her with all my soul,
Should the day come when I die,
I will be glad to say I knew and loved such a woman,
Even if our love dies before we do.

She will always be mine.
I will always be hers
Time has no stead over what we have,

I love her, always will,
Nothing will change that,
Not even death.