So pure and white
So good and bright
This angel sitting here
Comes from a different atmosphere
I love him with my whole heart
But he's an angel, that is hard
His laughter sounds like a melody
About that, I could possibly write a trilogy
But words won't be enough
That's what I'm sure of
I'll show him my love one day
When that white is a little more grey
When he's a little less perfect
For now I will disconnect
No, I'm not perfect just like him
Not even if I work-out in the gym
But maybe I will be one day
Just let me pray
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Poetry At Random: Depression
ŞiirPoems that enter my mind at random. Always mine, unless I say different.
