A True Guardian AngelA Poem by LivingDeathAn aunt of mine (more like a second mom) died in a brutal car crash when i was a kid, and ever since than. on random days ill still see her. my parents have been witness to this too so im not just makin this up.I hear these footsteps in my house even though nobodies here. Shadows run along my wall even though nothings moved. I hear my name being called through these long and lonesome halls. A lady in the darkness one i used to know. Shes been seen leaving me when i go off to bed. For i am not the only one thats seen this ghostly figure. Se does not bring a fear at night but instead a safe and warm delight. An angel in the night i say to watch over me every night and day. © 2009 LivingDeath |
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Added on October 10, 2009 Last Updated on October 16, 2009 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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