Everyone has a guardian angel, except me
In the end mine is still an angel
That gift the you're forced to open last
Though even a slight glimpse
And your hands may move too fast
Her words are filled with emotions
The ones that you can feel even if you just read it
My one word,
She is capable of spotting a flaw in my usual
Well not a flaw but more like something off
Spamming was always her jam anyways
Instead of being an angel,
She's like the wings to one.
And that one is me and everyone else she sees
She's like my sister, my brightest star
Even when the moon isn't out,
Her light is surely enough.
Creeping you out is her secondary job
Though she always fails majority of the time.
Smiles that she brings
Must end with a satisfying "cling"
The phrase 'so close yet so far' fits her perfectly
Everyone has a guardian angel, except me.
But I have a gifted angel
For she's my G-Angel~