I wrote this when I was like 10 She was a spark in the dark abyss A bright star in the darkness of the night Her touch like warmth of the morning sun They say she had the wings of an angel Yet as heavenly as Aphrodite

She was the lantern to guide wandering souls through the wretched night A candle to find what was lost and forgotten in the dark A harbinger of light.

Ey I’m done typing my shitty poem, yay.