Angel

Your my worldall is unfurledand my wordsdaft make cold. I was and amunmotivated.Try move me,you do I cry. Not a mile noran inch have Imoved in here,and I’m splendid. I could think ofa dim dark past.But I see a cheekof yours laugh. The grip of dampdark and twistedthing tangles me,but you lift it. Let me…