My Angel
He may seem selfish, he may seem twisted.
Some people are afraid of him but I am addicted.
There has to be something, underneath him.
That really shows the real him.
He may seem evil and sometimes cold hearted
but I know deep in his heart he is a loving, caring man.
He's my angel.
He maybe rude, he maybe emotionless.
But I still love him nevertheless.
My friends say that Im crazy
but I know what's true.
Randy Orton, the viper, is my angel.
So what difference does it make to any of you?
A/N: I wanted to give poetry a shot. Reviews are welcomed!