March 12, 2012

My Angel

The scarred and broken heart of mine
Was healed sweetly by her gentle smile
All the chaos in my life
Was silenced by her bluesy eyes

Her lips are like that of an angel
So beautiful, so red
That if i die of inhumanity
They would wake me up from dead

The words she speaks
Come out like song from heaven
Like symphonic melodies
As holy as number seven

The smile from her face
Just blinds my eyes
It has just become harder day by day
To say to her goodbye


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