GuardianA Poem by Little OneSince I started feeling like an angel there were flowers in my bed. Every morning at the same time I took my wings and glued them on my back. It's strange how the letter I wrote to you flew into your hands so slowly.
Every morning I woke up scissors under my pillow Waiting me to cut my feather wings I wasn't ready yet to do that I was waiting for your answer to know if you still needed my protection or not.
I waited and yelled on the skyscraper I was sad it seemed like no one whispered words for help these days My guarded child had given up on me just like I did with him when I was still alive I missed drinking fresh orange juice on the balcony smell of the newspaper didn't find my nose anymore.
In the morning I took the scissors and found myself destroying every little feather of my little wings It was Sunday and there was no sun in the sky And a fragile girl was lying dead on her bed
© 2008 Little One |
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Added on July 12, 2008 AuthorLittle OneEstoniaAbouti'm a girl from estonia, who experiments on writing poetry in english MMEEMM more..Writing
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