Jordin

She smiles like an angel,
Each kiss, a blessing.
I’m happy when I’m with her,
There’s no need for confessing.

We walk down the hall,
Fingers locked,
She looks at me and smiles,
It goes through me like a shock.

Her locker approaches,
We stare into each other’s eyes.
She leans in for a kiss,
And I take off my disguise.

My sins are no more,
I feel so relieved.
She must be an angel.
It’s not hard to believe.