Your guardian Angel

November 6, 2008
By Evon Tindell, Estancia, NM

im sick of all the games
im tired of all the names
the tears you made me cry
the feelings of wanting to die
locked away within
lost to the world of sin
i lay on the floor and bleed
this is your dirty deed
my mom comes in and
begins to cry
as she holds my hand
and watches me die
now im in heaven and if only you knew...

that i was the one watching over you

The author's comments:
i love to write its my all time passion i hope you can relate or understand the meaning in my words and not just take them for simply that....just words

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