My Angels - Poem by tara walker
I’m feeling used, I have to tell my angels I’m being abused, this ones for you. Take me to the sky’s so I can be free all I ever wanted was to be me. Today I’m going to set myself free god promised me he’d take me away from all my miseries. You took what was mine and threw it away where today would turn to night I was praying for the angels to whisper in my ears a sweet goodnight.
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