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The lost of the past

I look into his eyes and see a sweet bad angel
He looks at me and gives me the okay to be me.
He makes it okay to be me and he just adds to me.
With open arms and with my cold heart he makes me warm again in heart.
We have secrets between us we share.
I have one right now I'm holding dear to heart.
He probably knows but I need to speak it out
I accept him for who he is and he has allowed me to be part of his world,