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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Little Angel
[time] => 2003-09-09 18:05:00
[hometext] => To my baby girl, I dont hold your heart but you hold mine and fly me on your angel wings to safty
[bodytext] => My wings have grown tired And my life drains from a little more each day The wind beats me with it power And the hailstones bruise my flesh A young face now so tired As he still pushes his body Taking the desperate hands of the falling To catch them as their hands lost grip on the clouds they where riding And each one takes more effort Take more strain to land them on another cloud Breaks a shattered heart that much more And now I have become one of the falling My wings have given out And my heart is but a cascade of tears The darkness envelops me That is when I see your light Like a star beacon Beckoning me little angel My baby girl Catching my hand with a strength unseen Your soft caring hands You embrace a wretch You embrace me What is it that those beautiful brown eyes see worth saving in me Your hair soft as sun light You smile it’s warmth The body of a seductress And the wings of an angel You ask where I want to go And I can give you no answers Can only tell you where I want to spend the now You fly me back to your bed You lay me down to sleep You run your fingers through me hair Making me feel safe as I sleep Hold me close so I feel not the And when I awake you sit with me in the sunrise Why do you care little angel. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Jester [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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