My Angel

If not all angels have wings,
If not all angels are saints,
Would you be mine
And carry me to the light?
You're the most beautiful stranger
The most saintly creature
Everything I wish I could be,
But I never got my wings,
Never got my chance,
Never found my strength.
A being of innocence,
Just looking for trouble,
For anything out of the ordinary,
Out of your ordinary,
Different from your perfect life
One worthy of envy, but sure
Despite what everyone seems to think,
You, like all of us, are human
You feel, sadness, pain, happiness,
Everything we feel,
Yet people hold you up so high
Like some kind of god
Like an angel without wings.

wrote this at 6am this morning...when i should've been sleeping.