Aspan lohia


Angel


she's and angel, her name is 'white',
everything about her is so bright,
She saved me when i had no hope,
I was drowning she came and gave me the rope,
She's my angel with the sweetest smile,
I met her it felt like meeting god for a while,
I wish i could sit beside her once again,
She's the medicine to all my pain,
I respect her more than drops in rains,
want to watch her till nothing in me remains,
Like truth she's the simplest thing i have ever seen,
Without her tree of my dreams could never be green,
Life came to hold when she said goodbye,
I felt sad but could'nt even cry,
I know she's an angel and can never be mine,
but from far away like the sun she'll forever SHINE.

Submitted: Friday, May 03, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 04, 2013
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