I don't know who she is,
I don't know where she is from,
But just yesterday I got a cut,
And she put a band aid on my thumb.
She wakes me up in the morning,
And sings to me at night.
Whenever I cry,
She holds me tight.
I've asked for her name,
But she's never told,
All she says is that Gods here,
And he'll care for me until I get old.
I love her touch,
I play with her hair,
It's just the way she makes me feel,
Maybe it's something in her air.
Everyone has a guardian angel, you might not see her but she is there and trying her best to keep the darkness away.
I PROMISE!
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Behind Locked Doors
PoetryTHESE ARE POEMS The sad and depressed call for help openly. The happy ones are always the ones with more scares, and we call for help too late. These poems will let people see into the eyes of someone you think is happy but behind closed doors they...
