Poetry

The angle in white dress with the golden hair,
With the voice of sweet song bird.

Follows me where you go.

She the light when its dark out.
She try’s to keep me safe.

The day i got hurt she wasn’t there to help me back up.

She realized, she was only a ghost.
she can’t keep me safe.

So send me...

The best thing she though at can keep me safe,

The person i would go to for anything!
The person that knows im sad before i could say it,
The person that i can trust with my hope and dreams,

The angle of white sent him to me but i didn’t feel his trust.

He slowly sneaked into my life,
And won my trust.

He my best friend and can thank the angle of white
for that.

Now i have two angles to kept me safe.