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Thursday, September 17, 2009


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I’ve always pictured my angel
with wings of pure white
eyes which look like emeralds
wavy golden hair

But then you came along
you don’t have wings
your eyes aren’t emeralds
your hair isn’t golden

Yet slowly after a while
I realised
my angel no longer had wings
nor were his eyes emerald
his hair wasn’t golden anymore

And then I realised
now his eyes are the clearest blue
his hair is the normal brown
and he doesn’t need wings
to be my angel.

~


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