She wasn’t an Angel

There were angels on her wings,

Though she wasn’t an angel,

She was just human,

Plain, ordinary, nothing exquisite,

And there was where she was beautiful,

Her hopes, dreams, failures, pain,

She was so simple and there was where she was an enigma,

Dew drops in winter couldn’t touch her makeup less beauty,

Rose petals would be inadequate to describe her lips,

And nothing could compare with her honest smile,

Especially when she was in pain,

And smiled just so that people around her, even her trusted ones wouldn’t feel pained about it,

She would tell them later because they deserved to know and now wasn’t the time,

She was beautiful that way,

Civilisation couldn’t corrupt her,

Couldn’t dare to touch her,

She wouldn’t let it happen,

She was fresh that way,

Beautiful that way,

She was pretty, now I realise,

I just never was able to look past her beauty,

Others never looked past her prettiness,

Maybe some did, but lost their way,

She was that pretty!

And she took all that pain with a grace, only angels are capable of,

But she wasn’t an angel, just human,

She made you realise all that was beautiful and ugly about being human at the same time,

And she was beautiful that way,

She held everything by her stare,

And she could dip her eyes and turn your world upside down,

But she never did that,

She was beautiful that way...

She was pretty and beautiful, but human,

She was incredible that way,

Though she wasn’t an angel, she was an angel that way…