Angel Contagious
When you look back
Beyond your innocence of youth and jealousy
There will lie patience and age
Devoid of rage
And all that came before
Will make sense
In the present tense
And what you had before
Which you chose to ignore
Becomes up to your partner
Thinking whether
You were worth fighting for
Or if settling an old score
Putting to bed a festering sore
That broke there spirit
And made them feel worthless
Was merely angel dust and wonder lust
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