Well, this is my last poem in the Poem-Filled book....don't know if I'll ever make more, but if you want me to, just comment and I might.
Anyways, enjoy this one.
A soft lulling voice,
Making sleepy eyes,
As quick and clever,
The angel that cries,
You think they're brave, child,
That they fight,
But always on the move,
In the freezing still silence of the night,
You can see the stream of light,
Yet they aren't there,
But always watching over,
Whispering and caressing with great care,
Though you can't hear,
They give you love,
So when you think no one is there,
The angels are everywhere,
They wrap you in hope and love,
But you push it away,
You poor Angel,
They will always stay,
A bloody tears falls,
And you look to the skies,
It wasn't the rain nor your tear,
But mine,
The Angel that cries.....
Hope you liked it.
