she is beautiful
she walks-floats-sails
across any room
she's like an angel
better yet-she's a goddess
commanding over all
in her shadow
she never raises her voice
but still silences a crowd
she never curses or insults
but she makes you move, fear, regret
she smiles and melts the ice
that solidifies petrified hearts
she holds your hand
and suddenly you're not lonely
she kisses your cheek
then you're pure
she is beautiful
after tolerating my
forever-deteriorating sanity
my paper-thin judgement
my words laced with
unmerciful rudeness
still, she stands near me
and i always take her
my beautiful angel
and break her wings
trying to cripple her flight
no reason other than unfair habit
she curses her loves
sheds azure tears
questions her value
atop her pinnacle of perfection
my selfishness broke her wings
but her purity generated a new pair
i hurt her, stabbed her, betrayed her
her integrity healed the scars
she returns now
stronger than ever
and still allows me to walk
near her
she is beautiful
she is a friend.
