Dear, little girl
with the locks of golden hair,
eyes painted blue,
and a smile that guys can't bare,
God called a pond his angles
one at time,
He spends their days,
like kids with dimes,
but for one is none,
and lovers are two,
when they set that life journey,
starting,
walking down past those pews,
and as death goes is just a few,
down the pews,
life comes at you quick,
so live it to last,
and try not to grow up fast,
Dear, Garden angle,
with the wings of glass,
someone who understands that dreams last,
I'm spending life as good as can be,
understanding life is as good,
just like it should be,
God calling his angles one at a time,
But not understanding why like dimes,
he took my angle who put me to tears,
whipped away my sanity,
and filled it with fears,
We planned to marry,
and raise our family,
we planned to die,
in other's arms,
But God took my angle away,
he called my love back home,
to me life wont be lived to its fullest,
not without me,
and surly not without him!
now living like half full,
Oh angle with the wings of glass,
why do you still wait here,
are you making fun of me?
Dear love who i wait for,
Can't you see?
it is me love,
and my wing are not made of glass but of scabs,
don't dwell over me,
and please,
i want you to live life to its fullest,
but one thing,
remember me...
