i’m watched over by an imperfect angel
what makes him human?
what makes him clay?
what makes him stay?
there are no wings
to be gained
there are no sins
to be shunned
there are no fallen
to be saved
what makes him stay?
i know
it is i
who stands in his way
and yet
i silently hope
for
another
day…
intotheindigo 
This poem is lovely 🙂 It’ll be a pleasure following your blog!
Thank you for your kind words =)
Nice post! 🙂
On a lighter note, we are actually “imperfect angels”, that’s why they envy us.. 🙂
Subhan Zein