Angel
Soft pale skin,
Eyes blue like heaven
Skinny manly limbs,
Divine thinking level
You almost grow white wings
I wish you where mine
Thin golden glasses,
With a look so keen
A beard prickly and mature
The most beautiful angel
I’ve ever seen
Standing up for weakness,
Against bitter forces and oppression
I feel a bit better
When thinking about you
In a sleek dark depression
I see you, I overthink you.
I think I felt it from the start
It was you in my heart
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 september 2025 | ||
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