Angel Smith Biography

Love is like a rose,
with gentle tender parts,
Slowly it unfolds,
And develops in your heart,
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The pain you have caused, all the secrets the lies,
How can you keep smiling when I look into your eyes,
The horror, the anguish I cant believe it was you,
When I finally found out I couldn’t believe it was true.
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Why are some so pretty?
Yet why are some called freaks?
Not responsible for our looks,
Everyones unique..
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You were my best friend, My companion, my pal.
We did everything together, untill recently, untill now...
I remember you being born, your beautiful brown eyes,
You were so small and delicate, with the tiniest of cries.
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Love is beautiful,
Love is great.
Then why is it,
That love is what I hate.
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