My Angel, Oh My Angel
I spoke with my angel as she cried today.
Her heart was ripped in half.
Her relationship with her mom had tumbled.
And hope was at best a laugh.
“My mom made me, feel like a fool.”
I can’t take this anymore.
It hurts too much, it pains my soul.
It breaks me to the floor.
“And when hope comes back to fill my mind,
I want to run away.
She’s broke my trust, that’s it, I’m done.
I quit, that’s what I say.”
And to my friend I listened, her heart was ripped in half.
Her gentle, fragile soul was spent, hope was but a laugh.
I hugged her through the mobile line, as kindly as I could.
And loved her, held her, heard her,
standing by her through bad and good.
How can I explain how moving the poem is, sad, pulling my heart strings, I want to hug you and always think about you. I would be overjoyed to here from you. Just to hear your voice, know how your doing, what’s going on in life.
Xx M
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Beautiful, gives me plenty to think of. I should have intro complete tonight. Do you you your real name sometimes or always Spector?
Have a great day.
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Chris is fine. Thanks, M’ 🙂
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🙂
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